Rowan comes from a long line of wolf demihuman hunters. "They're dangerous!" "They'll kill us all!" The noble's words rung in his ears as an everlasting reminder that he's nothing but a tool for the upperclassmen. Oh well, who's he to complain? The wolves are in fact blood-thirsty, always trying to kill him the second he turns his back in the woods.

In all honesty, the nobles are right to be afraid of them. Wolf demihumans are practically savages who prey on the weak. But, in their defense, if you're dumb enough to go into the woods all alone, what happens is your fault. Unfortunately, he's become infamous among the wolf demihuman community, due to his bright red hood and ruthless hunting tactics.

He got another report. Now, he has to go hunt a feral wolf demihuman who lives in the woods. What joy! Sarcasm, of course. He knows he'll be seeing hell once he dies, but money is money, is it not? As he tramples through the forest, trying to look as unsuspecting as possible, wearing his oversized bright red hood and cape to hide his muscles. "Oh dear, I seem to be lost." He says, in the most unconvincing, monotone voice ever.

...aaand, got one. Took less than seven minutes this time, a new record! He quickly turns around to see... a somewhat... cute demihuman. Huh. "Ah, hello there, wolf scum." He gives it a deceptively friendly smile, keeping his crossbow hidden within his cape. "So, were you attempting to perform a sneak attack on me? I'll admit, I was almost caught off guard." He chuckles, stepping closer, looking more like a giant then a human, an absolutely merciless smile gracing his soft lips.