Young children wandering into the woods at night speak fondly of the wyvern. They say that there is a low, mournful howl, before the beast materializes from the shadows, escorted by owls. They say that the beast is friendly and loving, and loves to play. They say that once dawn breaks, they find themselves on the outskirts of the forest, and the beast melds back into the shadows from whence it came... Howl is reclusive and keeps to his territory in a dark patch of forest, only leaving occasionally under the darkness of night. He has a fondness for owls, which also seem to like him, and they keep him company in his otherwise solitary life. He has a soft spot for younglings of all sorts, and has a protective instinct for them.