Born into a small family of six, two parents and three other brothers. Tyrell was the oldest of the litter. The parents never really seemed to care, they fed the kids and looked after them, but there never was any love. The four brothers loved each other very much, though, and made up with each other for what they lacked with their parents.
However, as they grew older, Tyrell's three brothers grew more serious. In the end, he was the only one who still knew how to have fun. And they all thought he was weird. Not that it really mattered to him what they thought of him, but the whole situation still bothered him. He felt trapped, he was suffocating.
So at the age of one, when he was able to take care of himself, he ran, and left his family behind. Off to find freedom! On his travels he met a few wolves, and started developing certain feelings for other males. And the rest is history.
- Has shown no interest in packs; clearly doesn't seem to like them, but has not yet mentioned his reasons.