A young man in his promiscuous years, Grav had a lonely heart made for a maniacal world. Abandoned and forsaken by the strings that bind society, Grav found solace in the house of a deranged homosexual furry. There, in the peak of the moon shine, he howled at the wolves; the wolves thought of him, and Grav, in a whisper of desire so delicate and so sincere, became one of them. His heart, no longer that of a man, yet beating of the fire and passion of a savage so intent on reforming his inner katra, gave him freedom from the grasp of a former self lost in mechanical ignorance and structured absurdity.

Grav became a furry.