Dean shook his head. "Just Dean. None of this 'Mr.' crap. No Sir, either. Just Dean."<br/><br/>"Micheal had a bit of a heroic streak." Dean explained. "He wanted to protect her until she was capable of surviving on her own. Many of us elders do the same for newer Werewolves-we call them 'cubs'. He found his own cub to protect."<br/><br/>"As for who she escaped from..." Angelo interjected. "I can answer that. Every heard the old stories of the fairies snatching children from the crib? They're all true." He said. "Changlings are those who somehow-anyhow-got away not just from the god-like Fey, but also from a world of pleasure and excess. Something drove them to come home. Of course, they didn't really come home. There's always some damage that happens in the transition. Hence, anyone who knows what they're looking for can find oddities. Strange things that don't seem human. Those of us with mystical Sight-like every single Mage ever-can see right through the Mask they wear, and see the Fae nature beneath." He shook his head. "Look at me, giving Changling 101 over here."