The entrance door pops a hesitant few inches, just enough for a snout to poke in and a curious eye to examine the dim area. The snout backs out a tad as if uncertain, but the door slowly swings open, revealing a bear. He is young, maybe looking even younger for his age, and his worn clothes, backpack, and fur are sprinkled with dirt. His head low in shyness, he steps inside and carefully shuts the door.
His name is Geoffrey.