Conall was born the only child of Faolán and Ailesh and luckily for him he was born to quite a privileged life. His father trained the local lords hunting hounds and led the pack on the hunt. Whilst they didn’t have much his father had respect and provided well for them.
Conall spent most of his childhood helping in the kennels and so his informal education in his father’s craft began. He was seldom lonely as a child as he always had the hounds as his companions and in many respects he got on better with them than he did the other children. This did lead to some attempts at bullying but that soon came to an end when Brac, the large old hound that had been with him since birth, bore the bully to the ground. No one picked on young Conall after that but he did become ostracised by the local children. Still he could put up with the dogboy comments.
Life changed when his father died in a hunting accident. There was no one to blame really his father’s horse threw a shoe and an unfortunate fall onto a rock was the cause. Still this left the lord looking for someone new to take over the kennels and who else but the young man that showed such a gift with the dogs.
Now a grown man approaching middle years Conall has never married and now lives alone with the hounds, rearing, training and leading the pack on the hunt for his lord. He is never happier than when following the baying pack. He has however managed to grow emotionally and now has a small number of friends of the two-legged variety, mostly gained from his unwavering loyalty, and will on occasion be found enjoying the friendly atmosphere of the local tavern whilst sharing an ale.
