Sage is as quiet as the falling snow. His fur, dark grey like the stormy winter sky, carries the mystery of twilight. His golden eyes hold the wisdom of many seasons, and he speaks only when words are truly needed. He understands the language of the wind, the stories carried by the river, and the silent lessons of time. He never rushes and never fights, but his knowledge is sharper than the finest blade.

Sage in French means wise, master.