I will be more gentle that that, lad, but thank you. [he appreciates the sentiment, though, that Tyler respects him enough to not demand more sordid details than Ankari may be willing to give.

Though, Ankari is a bit too honest at all times. After drinking to dodging his wedding, he sets the glass down to gesture with that hand as he talks, better painting the picture by gesturing to the parts of himself that the worg would be different, starting with a pantomime of how long a maw would be compared to his own face... which is very large]

Wolf muzzle, snarling fangs and bright eyes- [pulling down from there, he gestures to his shoulders next] -thick fur everywhere, too. Except where he had deep scars. He had more claw marks from his own than damage warring against us elves...- [then he lifts his hand well above his own head, long fingers waving to an upper height that dwarfs both of them,]

-eight foot tall, maybe? They stand upright like men. I was eyelevel to his collarbone. Don't think I could have reached the top of his head even... [Ankari perks himself up on tiptoes just briefly for fun, as if this isn't a terrifying enough picture] He wasn't even the biggest worg there, but if he was being made King... I suppose that make him the strongest of the immediate lot. They have a hierarchy I don't understand.