Linus started life rough. He was displaced from his pack and had to be put into an incubator for his first months of life. When he was allowed out, he was greeted with synethic rooms. His handlers unfortunately did not do their proper dudiligence when it came to acclimating him with the wild, so he was never considered for release. Instead, he was raised by humans and a cat named Fishbone.

Fishbone adopted Linus as her big weird son immediately. Although he couldn't speak to the cat, he understood her. He didn't have many other tokota friends because his handlers weren't educated on how to raise a dire, even if he is low content. His first pack mate was Sapata, who was remarkably more confident than he was.

Linus was as nervous as a horse at a reptile expo through training. Having a handler on his back was nerve wracking. If he made one wrong move, they could tumble off and shatter their fragile little bodies. What if he lead them towards a pack of blood thristy tokota? What if he fell on them?

He was not a riding tokota when he was younger. He still isn't one today, never getting over his past nerves. [will cont later]