Oakroot: A History

Eventhough his people aren't immortal, they can live a long life. With his 800 turns he is considered to be one of the oldest living members at this time. The Wolffolk don't count the turns, but when they reach around 600 or more turns some men develop face-fur and, in some cases, they can get chest-fur. He is the howlkeeper and he can tell you some interesting stories of past tribesmen. Crowspirit has shown interest in being a howlkeeper too, so he has started to teach her stories and how and when is the best time to tell one.
For a great many years, Oakroot was considered a good hunter and scout. But around 100 years ago or so, he had been doing a walkabout in the Holt’s surrounding hills (as he often would) and came across a newcomer to the area: a young male longtooth cat. They had hardly been seen in that specific area and he felt this would be a challenging hunt. He was very right: but he also hadn’t counted on the longtooth’s mate hunting him while he stalked the male. In this fight, he managed to fatally wound the female before she did any damage, but the male took the opportunity and sprang. The long sets of scars that still cover Oakroot’s body show that the cat had him literally in his mouth before Oakroot dealt a final, fatal strike with his spear. The wounds somehow didn’t kill Oakroot, and he lay half-dead for a good number of days before he roused himself and crept to the Holt proper. Though he was offered proper magical healing, it seemed he didn’t actually need it. His muscles function just fine under his shoulder scars, he suffers no ill effects from the obviously deep puncture wound that likely hit his trachea. For this reason, some call him ‘High-Ones Blessed’ but he hardly even thinks that’s appropriate. 

Since the attack, however, Oakroot changed his tactics radically, picking up a bow and slingshot and learning to use it slowly. While he may be brave and extraordinarily lucky, he’s not stupid – he paces himself and makes sure that when he hunts now, he does so with adequate protection as well as with friends around him. 

Perhaps the best word to use to describe him is ‘undeterred’. He may have changed course, but that’s never stopped him from enjoying his life. He won’t foolishly throw it away, having come so close to losing it, but neither will he pull back so far that he doesn’t get to enjoy any of it. He’s seen the pair of female Sea elves who lost their mates, heard the terrible story of losing them – but in so many ways even though they’re similar in having survived… he’s almost entirely opposite the withdrawn and fearful ways they show.
Life is too good to hide from it.

When I am going to change his hisyory I will use a different color, so you can see what has changed.

that sounds like an awesome plan.