Evolution was not kind to the Hownders. Every part of mother nature's design seemed to make it seem like it was some kind of dying wolf without rotting flesh. Silver gray manes that are matted and messy from no-care with literal bone as their muzzle instead of the firm skin and muscle, as if construction of their development just gave up on their snouts and jaws, leaving a scuffed, dirty beige of bone. Their chests heave from bulbusing golden-yellow biolumensince from their bulky, oversized, inflated lungs, granting them a hellish ability to howl at ear-shattering decibels.