anything before the filicide of his children and the ensuing seizure of his living son by caiaphas has faded from his memory like old photographs degraded after prolonged exposure to sunlight. the vignette of his memory possesses the still of the massacre of his children, with everything else darkening at the border of his mind.

after caiaphas took over grimnismal, with his son entered into the fold of her own offspring and his blood siblings dispersed, lycaon was overcome with a "me and my shadow" selfdom. when the bear forced the pack into an exodus, lycaon remained on the strand and hoped for a massacre upon himself by the bear to atone for his inability to save his children in time.

there he laid for four days and nights, in solidarity with the four of his that were slain, but the bear never descended upon him. on the fifth morning he rose, though weak from dehydration, and walked away from the wilds.

he has neither taken a mate since nor has he borne anymore offspring. for years he has wandered from place to place as a lone wolf, and lows a haunted and haunting howl nightly in both mourning and hope that his son may someday desire to find him (unaware that svalinn was never told of his origins and thus think to search for him).