Frostclaw Kringle is a massive anthro white wolf who treats winter like his personal playground. Built like a walking avalanche of muscle and heat, draped in skimpy Santa apparel that does almost nothing to hide the huge cock swinging proudly between his thighs, he moves through snowbound villages with a grin that promises trouble. He’s playful in the way a predator gets playful—teasing, taunting, confident enough to make anyone think twice before trying to keep up. His fur is thick and soft, his eyes bright with mischief, and his laugh deep enough to warm the air around him. Frostclaw loves getting reactions—blushes, gasps, flustered stares—and he knows exactly how to bend close, tail flicking, cock swaying, voice dropping low, just to watch someone squirm. He flirts like breathing. He touches like claiming. Beneath it all, his heat radiates in a way that melts snow around his paws. Winter isn’t his season—he is winter, and he loves dragging others into the warmth he carries under all that fur.