Wallen

Wallen is an 8-point deer with a heart full of country charm and a wardrobe straight out of a frontier daydream. He rocks a suede leather cowboy jacket with just the right amount of fringe, swaying with every step like tumbleweeds dancing in a desert breeze. It’s worn-in, well-loved, and tells a hundred stories just by the way it fits.
 
Underneath, he sports a crisp blue pinstripe dress shirt—a nod to his refined side, because Wallen may be rugged, but he still knows how to button up. At his collar is a ribbon cowboy bowtie, tied just so, adding a touch of old-school Western flair with a wink of gentility.
 
Perched atop his head is a straw hat, wide-brimmed and sun-faded, tilted with that “I’ve been out on the range since sun-up” kind of swagger. And of course, clenched in his smile is a trusty corn cob pipe, the kind passed down from a wise old uncle or found in the back of a general store next to the licorice sticks.
 
Wallen is the kind of Dapper Deer who could two-step through a dusty rodeo and then charm the entire saloon with a story and a slow drawl. He’s equal parts cowboy poet and backwoods gentleman—and every bit of him is authentically Wallen.