Wulvers aren’t exactly a huge part of mythology, largely because they’re believed to have been made up by a writer only a few decades ago. But I knew that I wanted to have one of them be a part of Whynne largely because of the variety they offered and just how interesting their lore is.
In traditional mythology, Wulvers are large wolves that walk on their hind legs and fish, and that’s it.
Or, to be honest, that’s not all there is to say about them. There’s also a myth that if you leave a fish on your windowsill, you would have the chance of befriending one of them, which I find interesting.
Taking these few crumbs of mythology, I adapted the Wulver to fit in with the wild fae of Whynne, turning them into a shape shifter of sort, and one that belongs to a long, storied family legacy. In this case, the Wulvers are instead a family of wolven fae that have been fishing for decades, and our protagonist Malcolm is the son of the best known one, Eastlund.
In my mind, Eastlund is where a majority of the myths about Wulvers come from, and sort of this grumpy old man who leaves an impression on everyone he meets.
B. A. Lovejoy 