|Age||82 but counting time means almost nothing to him. Zathrian's curse has also given them unnaturally long life.|
|Gear||His pelt, claws, senses, and cunning|
|Behind the Mask|
Swiftrunner was born among the Cursed, but he longs to return to his human nature. When he was whelped, his parents were both werewolves and his first breath came as a cub. As only a second generation birth, his parents, in their more lucid moments tried to help keep the memory of the humanity of their own souls alive within their cubs. Swiftrunner was more aware of what little humanity was left within him than many of his brothers and sisters in the pack.
As he grew to maturity, his cunning was higher than his pack mates, as was his intelligence. When the Lady came to them, he chose his name and was better able to comprehend the human ways as well as speak. His service to the Lady of the Forest is one as devout as any Chantry brother or sister, and he'd protect her with fang and claws until he died.
Each time the land ships pass, the Lady and the Pack tries to contact Zathrian, but they are always ignored. Swiftrunner's rage demanded that they finally start more direct retaliation and he went tearing through elven hunters with a savage delight, biting as many as he could get his teeth into.
As a werewolf, he struggles constantly with his primal rage. Born with it, that overshadows the parts of him the Lady managed to bring to the surface and which are tenuously human. He's got a churlish temper and distrusts elves on principal, but humans aren't much better.