Alaisdair loves depicting wildlife with chalk and lures his prey with his Ocarina. He has no stomach for killing, and eating flesh is after he asks for its life as a sacrifice. He is a true son of the soil.

Now, at the age of becoming a warrior for his clan, he goes through the ritual of fashioning deadly arrows and bows to show the elders of his fierce Highland Clan Peyton.

He is a late starter, going from a five-foot, three-inch stature to a six-foot, five-inch strapping youth ungainly in gait. His body is sleek, with raven hair and streaks that turn to shiny copper in the sunlight. The young maids adore him from afar for his pouty lips and honey-colored eyes.

He sets off on his solo journey into the wild territory of pre-historic Scotland. His journey is not one of conventional survival. Instead, Alaisdair's history will be written on different worlds, and only his leaps will determine the time, the monster, and the outcome. 

His mate destined to stay and fight or flight is always with him in and out of his awareness. They are an unlikely pair who mesh despite their vast differences. 

Forget the mundane. Alaisdair is thrown into a mystical land of movement where everything natural is not. And where some magic is not. And to Alaisdair, all are denied even when seen.

The young warrior straps the quiver on his back. He pats the holster on his left hip, ensuring his dagger is in place, slings his pack over his left shoulder, and finally, takes his bow and strides out to the gathering of the village warriors for his ceremonial debut solo hunt send-off.