Fyroh looked curiously. "Uhh..." he began. "I'm sorry. I was brought up with my parents in a normal lifestyle until they were killed... I was 7, and I fled to the forest with a friend of mine... thats when I joined a small society living together in the forest, almost a tribe, if you will. Me and my friend stuck together the whole time, until I was cursed into a wolf... then became furry, due to half the curse being broken... I met my childhood friend not too long ago. He's a scalie... I'm sorry, I can't remember you."
Olhal sighed. "Life story, summed up, eh?"