In the woods you were in your element, free as a bird and fast on your feet, a hybrid of beast and human, unstoppable. But you were in the woods no longer.

With silver chains attached to the collar around your neck, you were being led to the red caravan that sat on top of the north hill, far from your homeland.

Starving and bruised, you feel yourself being pulled forward by the hunter that tracked you down and captured you. With a pace that you are struggling to keep, he drags you towards the caravan where you see a young man sitting in the door way.

His gaze is sharp and his presence is curious. One blue eye, one yellow, and a large fanged beast resting it's head upon his shoulder, you recognise him from the stories of your youth. The Beast Master, Macsen.

"Ah. Another creature for my collection? How much are you selling it for?"