When asked, Sgàth will admit he wouldn't have survived this long without Fionnlagh Lupin, himself turned six years before Sgàth, and who took in the solemn boy. Showing him how to weather the moons, and whims of the pack. In return, Finn has a loyal and powerful lieutenant.

Fenrir Greyback. A name Sgàth can't help growling at the sound of. Not that he speaks about his attack, or those first two years living alone in the Highlands, waking from the fever of his first wounds to find his parents gone, driven by their fear of discovery by wizard kind.

At around 6am, Halloween 1955, Mr & Mrs Thorne were woken by their son's screams. By the time Mr. Thorne's shotgun had filled the beast in the yard with shot, it was too late. Sgàth - up early to check on a farm cat whose kittens were due - had been savaged by a werewolf.

Mr & Mrs Thorne were both squibs, living in the deepest possible isolation, and abject fear that someone would discover their fully wizarding son, and their old families would abduct him, forcing their little family apart.

Sgàth was born between VE Day and VJ Day, 1945, in a Highland village so rural you can't find it on a map. Or pronounce it. Outside of the wireless, Sgàth was eight years old before he first heard English spoken aloud, which might have been a problem had he ever gone to school.

At 5'9, Sgàth is smaller than most werewolves, and slighter.
Blind in their right eye, some see them as weak and an easy target.

They are wrong.

Name: Sgàth (s-KAH) Thorne
Age: 34
Lieutenant to Finn Lupin, second in command of Goroesi Pack - enemies of Greyback.

"Fàilte gu Pasgan Goroesi, lassie. Is mise Sgàth, no Sitheach gu coigrich. Dèan mar a thèid iarraidh ort agus gheibh sinn air adhart gu math."