When the moon’s full, he howls. When it’s not, he still howls — just louder. Wolfork’s what happens when an ork gets bit by something dumber and hairier than himself — and loves it.
Wolfork is muscle, fur, and pure chaos. His claws tear through armor, his fangs through logic. Every full moon, he forgets words and remembers how fun smashing is. Some orks call him cursed — most just call him boss.
The sculpt howls with energy: snarling pose, ripped armor, and that mix of rage and joy only an ork could pull off. A must-have for monster fans and were-waaagh enthusiasts alike.
Available in 32 mm heroic scale, with scenic base or plain version. Manually pre-supported and test-printed.
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