Fynn

"Oh, hello. Surprised I noticed you? Why, with how loudly you walk, ofcourse I notice!"

His eyes are hazed over, cloudy, hazey, like the sleepy summer sky when the heat deforms the landscape. He never looks at what he pays attention too, swiffling his ears instead, listening. Not a thing he wouldn't hear, it seems. He moves with stillness, not making a sound, as if living to his own standard of silence. All other wolves must be loud brutes to him. Soft spoken but very kind, he admitted to a past of rejection and that he understood why. Nonetheless was he willing to prove his worth, and sure enough, he did. He may need help with the occasional thing, but all in all, the new outlook he offered changed the pack for the better.