Grey Wolf started as a Haltan. A classic Haltan too. Green hair, animal companion, faerie contacts, beastmen childhood friends. You could have snapped a picture of him and given it the caption "Halta: Jungle Adventure Awaits!" and it would have been perfectly accurate. He had as good a childhood as could have been reasonably expected -- the oldest of three children, his family was wealthy enough to get him a proper education and good prospects. He was not unhappy there, exploring the treetops, spying upon fae or beastmen -- climbing down the tree sides with other children and taking dares to lower a limb below the faeries line. But as he matured, the jungle world around him began to seem more limiting -- a feeling of discontent growing within him. For all that Halta was grander and more c