I do not remember. [Which is true-- it's been a while, and the days have blurred together, waking, checking on his mother, patrolling, preparing for the day (night), household maintenance, resting when the sun comes, waking once more. An endless cycle.]

I remember... that they had begun calling me all sorts of titles, and names, creatures from their books and tales. That had happened sometime after I began hunting intruders in earnest. Word spreads fast.

I cannot tell from my appearance, either. [He looks down at his hands. While his palms are calloused from hard work, the back of them are smooth. Youthful.] I rarely look at myself in the mirror since the incident, but I know that I have not aged much.

[Or at all.]