Beldon Rindherder, Herald of the Lance of the Wolfen-Khan
Beldon was born feral. Ever since he was a little his Ma knew he was gonna be something else. He learned how to walk early compared to his kin, and he was carrying on with his siblings and those damn dogs in no time.
He had boundless energy and not enough brains to stay our of trouble. His older brother Gerom was big and mean, and the two of them were always at it with each other. Which, frankly, Ma encourage, since when they got along they terrorized the holy hell out of their siblings. He wasn't a bad kid, although can't say all his smaller kinfolk agree, he just had too much energy. Even then they joked he was half dog, because you get him near the kennel he would be rolling and fighting with the pups in no time.
Now the older kids didn't always want the little ones around for work, but they all wanted Beldon. He was quick and tireless and full of fire, and you could get him to do just about any job for hours, just so long as it wasn't too complicated. But mostly he worked with Yarnad, the second oldest of the clan, down in the kennels. Beldon had a wild, magical energy about him, and although you couldn't be sure he was any brighter than the dogs, they all knew he was in charge. He had a run racing from when he was 10, and was the youngest rider around for 2 years before that Bradbrook kid come around. By the time he was 15, there was no arguing he was an outrider.