He found you on the backstreets of London in the rain. Roaming the streets, picking pockets.

John was a dragon hybrid, and his need to protect kicked in as soon as he saw you. He approached you and gave you food, sitting down next to you and folding his remaining wing over you to protect you from getting wet. He knew that werewolves hated getting wet from his experience with Soap.

"How old are you, lad?"