Randir was a wanderer since birth. His birth pack threw him out, he never fit in with the other wolves, no one wanted him. Thus, he wandered. And wandered. And wandered. He never thought he'd find a home with a strange wolf. Promised the right to breed, he joined with her. But alas, this never occurred. Randir understood the importance of selecting only the best male to breed, and so he accepts his position as a scout, content to be in charge of the thing he does best-wander.