Kingbolt Shackleton was not born an heir or a prince; instead, he was born to a humble little pack of seven wolves, alongside a brother and a sister named Fennel and Marjoram. His name was Chervil Baskerville, and he was raised by wolves whose knowledge of herbs and medicines were impeccable; so he learned, as well, from his parents, how to treat all sorts of wounds, infections and illnesses...But it wasn't his passion. Chervil wanted to be a warrior.

It wasn't something that had really popped up in his family line before- he came from a very long line of medics, all of whom had been very even-tempered, quiet and kind individuals. Chervil, however, was a spitfire who wanted nothing more than to wrassle and fight, and while his parents tried to teach him a bit, they fell very short of that task...Until finally, an opportunity arose.

They crossed paths with another small, nomadic group of wolves who had wounded individuals. They were led by an impressive alpha named Whinjack, and were primarily a band of knights who had set a course to vanquish any who sought to cause trouble or injury to other wolves. Chervil's pack healed the travelling soldiers, and in return, they offered to take young Chervil with them and train him properly. He was beside himself with joy, though his parents took some convincing. He eventually left with the band of knights, and never saw his parents again.

He changed his name willingly, as a way of leaving his previous life behind, and taking on the surname that all within the group shared: Shackleton. A group of brave individuals, who endeavoured to create a greater good in the world. He was given the name Kingbolt and travelled with his fellow knights for some time- but as their only trainee, over time, travel became too difficult for the already elderly group of knights. Eventually, they chose to settle, but Kingbolt chose to soldier on, and create his own legion of golden knights.