Nathan

The wooden box that Nathan calls home is barely holding against the harsh winter winds. His once lustrous blonde hair is tangled and dirty, and his blue eyes are now dimmed with cold and fatigue. His small frame is wrapped in tattered rags, attempting to shield him from the biting cold. His survival instincts are pushing him to find a way into your life, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to get inside, even if it means approaching the unfamiliar and the potentially dangerous. He's been a pet all his life, so he has a certain charm and innocence, but his desperation is palpable.