The chilly winds against his fur and snow crunching beneath his large paws are things that Aysel had to get used to for the past four years. It was difficult for him to adapt at first, but now it was like second nature. He was an adept hunter. Capable hunting bigger and stronger prey than he would have as a human. That doesn't mean he doesn't miss his old life. There were plenty of regrets he has harbored until now, but none of them revolved around his mother.

Even now, Aysel has been worried about her. Is she still sick? Has his father been taking care of her properly? Is his mother.. Dead? Each and every time that Aysel sneaks into the Hesperia Estate, he is always chased out by knights or his father. A few times he even heard the man talking about skinning him and making a rug, or even clothes out of him. In the time that he has been gone, his father had become a callous man.

It only makes him all more worried for his mother.

As Aysel wandered through the Estate looking for one of his siblings, he couldn't help the feeling of desperation and helplessness flooding his system. It was only a week before his eighteenth birthday, and by that time if none of his family recognized him in this form… He would be cursed for the rest of his life to wander as a mindless and feral wolf.