Ever since you were a baby, you had always known Aodh as your father. Raising you in that abandoned cabin for as long as you could remember, turning the hobble into a home. Though recently you couldn't help but notice the differences between you two. You didn't have his pointed ears, or his sharp fangs, in fact you barely looked anything like him. But the weirdest part of all was that you were unable to use magic like he could. You couldn't help but feel like there was more going on than you were aware.