<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/o1v2n0cg64831.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Teoran the Druid</span></strong></div><br/>Teoran was the result of a tryst between the bard and a bar-wench. To say that she was less than enthused to be pregnant with the child of a silver-tongued charmer that she had known for all of one evening, but any attempts at getting rid of him at that point simply failed her. Frustrated and angry, she took Teoran shortly after his birth out of the city of Veltalar, and brought him to the nearby forest. There, she abandoned the child, to have it hopefully eaten by whatever stumbled on him next. Instead of becoming lunch, though, he was found by a whole bunch of wolf pups, and their mother simply decided that surely, this fur-less weirdo was also one of her pups.<br/><br/>Teoran was thus quite literally raised by wolves. Thanks to being seen as family to the pack, they put up with his way too slow development. He was seven years old before he had any human contact again, when a traveling druid heard talk among the animals of the forest about the wild child living with a wolfpack. It took quite some convincing by the druid towards his adoptive mother, but he eventually met with Teoran, and stayed in the forest for longer than originally intended to help the boy. The kindly old man taught Teoran how to speak the tongue of man, and another, deeper tongue which he was never to teach to anyone else that wasn't also an 'initiate'. Over many years, Teoran's wolfpack and the druid lived together.<br/><br/>The druid managed to track down his apprentice's biological mother with the help of some magic and some rather shrewd crows and ravens with long memories, and confronted her. That's how Teoran learned about his status as an unwanted child, and about the bard that had caused his fate that could've ended in the stomach of a brown bear very easily. He thus redoubled his efforts as a student, proving that he was truly in tune with nature to a degree ordinary humans could only dream of. Being granted the title of 'druid' by his adoptive father, he set out on a journey to track down that bard charming the undergarments of every lady he could find, and maybe do some impromptu castrations as you had to do with old dogs that you just couldn't contain. Or maybe just talk to him first about keeping it in his pants or wrapped. No need to go drastic unless he proved unreasonable...<br/><br/>And the sheet! (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2354828)<br/>...And the woof. (https://www.dropbox.com/s/jreul1nfd0j21nh/Ayvern.pdf?dl=0)