Pappy of the Wilds, freshly unbound and living nomadic — one foot in the firelight, the other in the shadows of adventure. Separated but not broken, I walk with mischief in my heart and a taste for wild company. I’m open to new bonds without chains — laughter, flirtation, and a little chaos along the trail. If you fancy a Highland wanderer who can cook a mean campfire meal and whisper dirty jokes in the same br3ath, step closer.