Roho was always a little different to the other Ferals, preferring the company of the hunting animals which escorted them rather than her own kin. Through this connection with the animals she began to learn their ways and became an excellent tracker, stalker and hunter and was able to seemingly communicate with her animal friends through what sounded like a strange series clicks and growls to the other Fubaranii. When out hunting Roho would always press ahead of the other Ferals seeming to vanish into the shadows only to reappear again to strike a deadly blow at their prey. Now while the other Ferals found this behaviour... odd they weren't ones to complain as they were always well fed and protected thanks to Roho's unique talents. However as the time for Roho to rejoin her clan grew near her she began acting even more strangely, going off on her own for several days with only the animals for company, yet she would always return to her group and with food in tow. Then one fateful day a dreadful event would change young Roho forever.
A small band of Devanu had been pushed far south by the Knights of Orel, hunger and desperation gripping them they came upon Roho's group camped out and saw an opportunity they couldn't pass up. They began to encircle the camp, cutting off any escape route, and quietly drew closer and closer yet something alerted Roho. She came to, alert and ready, just as the Devanu pounced and with lightening fast reactions she jumped atop an attacking Kopa with a ferocity not seen by either the Ferals or Devanu before. The fight was vicious, the Kopa being much larger yet Roho had an animal ferocity, but it was Roho who would ultimately come out on top before going to aid the other Ferals in beating back the Devanu though upon the death of their Kopa their spirit was broken and they skulked off into the wild.
Roho had not survived unscathed, the Kopa had slashed her faced deeply on the right hand side but there was more than just the physical scar which afflicted Roho, that animal ferocity which she had unleashed would not be quietened and she knew she would not be the same again. After passing down her weapon and possessions to a young Feral who had just joined the group (as was tradition) she would not rejoin her clan as was expected, instead she daubed her face with white paint and left with her animal companions, vanishing into the shadows and was not seen by the group again.
Tales are now heard among groups of Ferals about a shadow which stalks the wilds, occasionally a group will claim that a wild Cassani came to their assistance when a hunt had gone badly only to disappear before they had a chance to thank them. One tale even tells of how one group of Ferals came under attack from a large Devanu pack when a terrible cry was heard and an Onsegar came bounding into their midst tearing the Devanu to pieces, what was more astonishing however was the Cassani riding on top of the Onsegar, daubed in white and bearing a terrible scar.