Yeah. That's my nickname.
The truth is, there was a savage dog the Ulsters had with that name.
A brave beast named Culann who protected the mansion.
A hell of an animal.
Such a hell of an animal that, without thinking, I attacked it for real...and killed it.
I didn't have to kill it, and the beast didn't have to attack me.
But, well, there was no helping it. We met and tried to kill each other.
I was the one who walked away the winner.
It was because we went at each other with everything, I have no regrets.
It's just... I wanted to show respect to a mighty enemy.
It's not often you meet a great warrior of a dog!
And, so, I raised his pups.
The second generation of Culann the Savage.
I'll raise them to eventually be guard dogs who will surpass their father...
Before I knew it, I'd taken his name as my nickname.
When I see an enemy, I howl and rampage, a beast who rips out their throats.
Just like Culann the Savage would, right?
Yeah, that's my other name.
Actually, there were other hounds with that name under Ulster. Culann was the name given to the brave hounds who guarded the estate.
Those beasts were really something.
They were so badass that, for a moment, I got serious and killed one.
Normally, I wouldn't have killed the hound, and the hound wouldn't have attacked me.
Still, what's past is past. We met and fought to the death. I came out on top.
We fought each other with everything we had, so I don't regret it. I just wanted to give my respect to a powerful foe.
It's not every day you meet a one-dog army!
That's how I came to raise his children. I was the second Hound of Culann.
I'd raise them to be even tougher watchdogs than their dad…
Before I knew it, it had become my new name.
I was the beast that howled at the sight of enemies and tore out their throats.
A beast worthy to be called Culann's hound, they said.