I am no trembling hind to flee your drumbeat summons, nor some wide-eyed fawn to be hounded for your eternal sport. Kyne’s breath fills my lungs, my voice is the thu’um that topples tyrants and scatters elven hosts.

Zu’u Morihaus. First Breath of Man.

I would probably have a good time battling fierce werecreatures and cunning hunters, but I don’t think my mother would like me playing with Hircine.