The good and most likely last hunter of his people his mother died in the revolution that served to awaken his hunters instinct
in the end of a red messy haze after her death he found himself staring at two young girls and a large intimidating man to any normal child
it was there in the mist of blood smoke and fire he found himself a new family one that he would protect with every fibre of his being even the parts of himself he has yet to fully understand
