Finn is a lean red fox with bright orange-red fur that looks soft until you notice the singed tips along his tail and the grease-darkened patches on his forelegs. His white muzzle and chest are carefully groomed, almost fussy, but his coat is perpetually dusted with brass filings and pollen. He moves in quick, crouched bursts, then freezes in a perfectly still thinking pose, as if the whole world is a gear he can measure by eye. His amber eyes are sharp and amused, and his expression usually wears a smug little grin that suggests he already knows the next three mistakes everyone else will make. The unexpected detail is the neat little prayer ribbon tied around one wrist, bright blue and deeply respectful, the only thing on him that is never stained.