Loving the Moo

A pack of lupi found the brownhair minotaur calf alone in Fenmoor Basin's swamp, no sign of his herd or why he'd been abandoned. He was too young to survive alone, so they took him in, and when he lowed plaintively for his lost family, they named him Loving the Moo. He grew among them in Canicush on Lake De'lai's northern shore, learning lupine ways while discovering his own gift: an unprecedented mastery of elemental magic that allowed him to summon and command elementals from the outer, upper, and lower planes of existence.

Despite his size and bizco horns that marked him as different, Loving the Moo found his place among the packs and Folcgemots of Canicush. His unique magic and natural strength, combined with a learned lupine cunning, made him invaluable. Where outsiders saw a misfit, Canicush saw one of their own, a lupus in spirit if not in blood.

When Craniax the Quick's legions of undead began clawing across Canicush's borders and lupi fell to the dead horde, Loving the Moo answered without hesitation. His pack had taught him loyalty. Canicush had taught him duty. Now he would teach Craniax why a minotaur raised by lupi fights harder than any necromancer's puppets. He gathered allies—Halra Stonepaw with her earth magic and unshakeable resolve, Toth Keldwin with his death magic and fire imp companion—and marched toward the Shimmering Coasts, where four gnomes fought alone against an army that wouldn't stay dead.