"Well, I don't really have a father. But the guy who raised me? Yeah, he sure is something. Boisterous and cheerful, always takes care of his own, but he's pretty strict, and boy is he a holy terror when he's angry! Throws a hell of a mean punch."

...definitely nothing to unpack here.

He slips inside after Caspar and pulls his hood down, revealing blue eyes, a face accustomed to smiling, and a head of golden-blond hair. "How do you know? Have you ever tried?" Then he nods. "Next time, try waiting until right after the thunderclap and yell right back in its face. I bet it'll work eventually - it was my idea, after all."

He shakes some water out of his cloak and then unclips it and pulls it off his shoulders, revealing his long tail with fur that matches the color of his hair, waving idly in the air behind him.