Gavan/Overview
My name is Gavan ApRhys. At least, that's what my Silver Fang kin told me they were putting on that thing you two legs call a birth certificate. I don't remember much of my life on four legs before the Nation. There are bits and flashes of running among windswept hills among lush green grass hunting voles. I always hunted in the dark under moonlight when the rodents thought it was safe from wolves. Foolish morsels they. It turns out that I was born under No Moon while Luna herself slept.
I am not certain which to mourn most. That I do not remember my packmates or my mother or those welped with me in the den. Or that they are most likely dead and I will never have a chance for that memory. Ahh memory. Is it lunacy that gave me a thinking mind? That brought me from what man would call the stupor of an animal into the ability to change my shape and use tools? Whatever Her plan is for me, I am a Silver Fang. I was trained by our people within the bounds of our Seattle sept at the feet of Mt. Ranier. This is why the memory of windswept hills seems so odd to me. In region of the Pacific Northwest, there are trees everywhere. To find a single bare hill, is a feat in itself. It woulds seem that my life is one big question and Luna gave me a hunger for answers. I want to know the source of my dreams. But first, I must do my duty to my tribe and Gaia.
Which brings me to Prospect, California. They used some of that paper nonsense to set me up with a business that suits my needs. I want answers and so being a Private Eye gives me an excuse to hunt for them. I even get 'paid' more nonsense for it. To think, people kill over ground up tree pulp. This truly is a world of darkness.
