tactless · devoted · gullible/naive · bull headed · absolutely oblivious · loyal

He thinks himself to be decently acclimated to the trickery of others but in reality he's too stubborn and bull headed to understand that other people think differently than himself. He devotes himself to his found family, having done it for years at the point that their birth world ends, and will always be fully prepared to give up his life for them. He's quite naive for an adult and tends to think the best in people until he's proven wrong, and when he is he fully does not expect it. Though the rest of his rag tag band may be experienced with romantic or sexual advances, he's as innocent as a child at times. He knows about the birds and the bees of course, but not much farther than that or has any experience besides holding hands when him and Cadfael were scared of what lie in wait in the dark.

He woke in this four legged form after much mental strain in watching his world end, a group of hunters that'd been tracking them down finally caught up to them, killing Keir first, followed by August, lastly ending Aiko and Goliath before himself and Cadfael. Goodbyes with his family were not exchanged before his world went dark. He woke to a heavily wooded area, the air cold on his paws as he glanced around to make sure everyone was where they were supposed to be— where their bodies had been before his world went dark— but was met with both familiar gazes and familiar furry forms that were struggling to their feet. He wasn't as big as he was used to, and when he went to let out a sound a canine's muzzle snapped and barked out a what the fuck. When he turned, he spotted a grey tail. Then he spun. Oh. That was his. He'd woken near some of his family, turned to them to make sure everyone was okay, and then turned back to the mountains that boxed them in. How peculiar.