As an unwelcome mistake to my parents I was left in the Corellian forest as an infant like any other undesirable. My fateful death seemed sealed, yet before death could lay his casual hand upon me, I was rescued. Rescued by a local pack of gurrecks. They took me in and raised me as their own. I learned their language, the ways of the pack, and grew close to my gurreck brothers and sisters as part of the family. But sadly such peace and content is not forever lasting. As I returned from one of my walks through our territory with my (light growling sound) as the gurrecks say.. or my brother (Foster), we found the rest of our pack slaughtered. Brutally and senselessly by fur traders, I became enraged losing all self control until I found myself staring down at my bloody hands while 7 deformed bodies lay in the now reddened Corellian grass. Now as each year passes I journey to our packs' old spot to pay homage to my fallen gurreck brothers and sisters and to remember a simpler time when my life was complete.