He travels in his canine form, a pup, but nonetheless almost the size of a full grown wolf. With his young age though he was quite clumsy, flopping around the playground, with the leaves and hidden branches that cover the floor.
He had a rather quiet life, and therefore was glad to be out and about. Mother had been very busy lately, and father was barely around now a days. He spent most of his time in the cold Isicle Isle, but today he ventures into the warmth of the playground searching for a friend.