Even in the far reaches of space the drums of war beat on. Interstellar politics being what they are, sometimes a certain party or another has need of smashing, pillaging, or looting, for whatever reason. What most people look on as a catastrophe, others see as a business opportunity. Among these are the race known as the Ilgar: bipedal anthropomorphic humanoids that share the characteristics of the Terran canids. For the right price, one may hire "packs" of these roving marauders who are ready to kill and destroy with no questions asked. They aren't known for being very particular in their work, as long as the money is good.

It's indeed an inexplicable sight to see what appears to be a human boy among them. In fact the boy Rix is a hybrid, half human, half Ilgar. Despite his racial handicap as the Ilgar view it, he is still treated more or less as a member of the pack. He eats with them, sleeps with them, trains with them, and fights with them, learning his people's trade out among the burning stars. Constantly on the move, leaping from star system to star system, space station to space station, being Ilgar is all he's ever known. Though his is certainly a spartan life, complete with deprivation and hardship both physical and mental, it isn't exactly an unhappy one. Still, his human half leaves him wanting more, though he has no idea what exactly. When the fighting is done and he is picking over the wreckage with his pack-mates, he finds the ruins of whatever unfortunate civilization they'd just smashed and can't help but feeling a little sad. Sometimes he thinks there must be more to life than just fighting one battle after the next--a sentiment his companions are hardly sympathetic to.

Though by human standards Rix is still quite young, to his Ilgar family members he's pathetically runty. However, along with their ears and tail, in the genetic mixing he also inherited the Ilgar's enhanced physical strength and senses. His boyish competitiveness was cultivated into an aggressive personality by Ilgar culture. From his human side he has what would be exceptional intellectual powers for the common Ilgar as well as, though it often goes unappreciated, a deeper sort of empathy for others. As he grows older it's becoming more and more apparent to Rix that, though he's a welcome member of the pack, he doesn't quite fit there. When his cousins are plotting their next attack, he's looking out at the stars, wondering what is out there.

In a galaxy so big, there has to be some place for one little pup, right?