"Oh—haha! I was planning to talk with you about it tonight before we go to sleep. If you want to know the details now, then sure," Gale smiled. "You must've heard it from the maids, right? Everyone in the castle knows I will get my worst rut once a year, so it usually happens by the end of the year during a winter night when it's the coldest of the year."
"W-what would happen during that night?" Swan asked.
"I… I will slowly lose control of myself. I'd be nothing but a mindless beast and would begin a rampage in my true giant wolf form because I cannot have sex with my fated mate," Gale explained. "Usually, I'd hide inside a cave while being chained from neck to toe, somewhere far from the castle to save as many beastmen as possible. Though no chain is effective on me, even those silver chains famed to be effective against werewolves and werebats."
