Timeframe:One year before the battle in Hueco mundo and the restoration of the city of Riverrun.
Location: Pinescythe forest, The slowly restored samurai outpost now known as Buckthorn.

Khuul Ayama had a tough job and a tough life. Ten years ago just as he turned the ripe age of twenty(Fairy adulthood) he was allowed to find his totem animal. Khuul had chosen the wolf. Full of primal rage and razor sharp instinct, perfect for the work he'd wanted to do. But that soon went wrong after a wolf he'd been watching changed before his eyes. A werewolf of white fur. Khuul didn't stand much of a chance with only his fairy skills, a bow and a staff. He was quickly overwhelmed slashed, bitten and bone shattered the werewolf ran off annoyed at himself for turning the fairy instead of out right killing. After many severely painful days he returned to the fairy city only to be turned away. Khuul had broken the sacred vow, to never let nature control him.

And so he left after they'd healed him and escorted him away. Khuul spent many weeks walking the forest hoping to meet that wolf once more, to exact revenge. Giving up after a year finding a ruined outpost that the great battle had left behind. This was to be his home. His place of salvation and where two unlikely creatures became friends.

It was a plain sunny morning in the forest by the road. The silence only broken by the sharp metallic clink of metal on metal. The lycan fairy hard at work trying to rebuild his life and his new home. Every now and then the hammer would stop as he heated the metal with his waning powers. He'd let the instincts take over forcing him to eat meat. Something that all fairies cannot to for the sake of their powers. Khuul had been slowly forcing himself into control and rebuilding the outpost.

The outpost itself was still a ruin though the ancient fence was fully repaired and the main building taking form once more. If any could see him Khuul would be hanging upside down from the end crossbeam fixing the metal bolts and securing plates. As said it was hard work but this labour helped him learn to steadily control his lycan side. A set of his many weapons were laid out on the grass below. A pair of very finely crafted almost two meter long katanas sat beside his armour.