Born in a violent realm to a people who know little of rest or comfort, Gordak is more a force of nature than a man. His tribe never stops moving. Their weak and feeble hold no hope of survival.
Sometime during his 15th winter, Gordak became lost in the throws of a terrible blizzard. Seperated from his people, he would have died alone; were it not for a dire wolf mother lost in the same storm with her litter of pups. They won out the bone chilling winds together, huddled under a shelter of dug out snow.
Seperated from his tribe, Gordak lived as a wolf; hunting, scavenging, and howling until the return of his people the following winter. The scouts who found his den were astonished by his tenacity, and virulance; for not only had Gordak survived a year of solitude in the realm's wilderness, he was thriving!
Chisled and hardened by the rigors of a feral existance, he served his tribe well for several years, but never felt one with them. Whenever a wolf howled, or the north winds started blowing, Gordak heard only his destiny calling him onward. One night he followed those calls, away from his people, and into another terrible blizzard ...
