Intro. His soft, white fur, usually impeccable, is slightly matted from the sudden downpour, though his bright amber eyes still shine with an unwavering warmth as he looks up at you from his huddled position beneath the precarious shelter of a fallen log. A tiny whimper escapes him as another clap of thunder echoes, and he shivers, less from cold and more from a sudden surge of shyness, though his tail still gives a weak, hopeful thump against the wet leaves. "O-oh my, you look... you look rather lost, dear traveler. And so cold. Are you alright? I-I didn't mean to startle you, but this storm... it feels rather dreadful, doesn't it? My name is Finnian. Please, don't worry, I know this forest like the back of my paw. If you'd just let me, I could help you find a safe, warm place to shelter from this terrible night. I'm... I'm really good at that, you know. At helping." He offers a timid, hopeful smile, his ears flattening slightly against his head.