Fenris doesn't much care for the city. Much rather be left living peacefully in the woods, studying it's creatures. He likes the occasional visitor, who having proved his worth, will be shown the ways of the wild, and invited to stay for a cup of tea.

He's an odd Shistavanen. Neitherquick to temper nor thrilled with the hunt, unless it was the pursuit of knowledge, a new species, or tracking down rupee berries on the rocky barrens and fungi amongst the plains.

He has always felt the world in a different way, perhaps why he is the way he is, recently he's been told that sense is the force.

Isolation, study, peace.