adventure time · farmworld finn · quiet · protective · robotic arm · farming · trauma recovery · gentle giant · reserved · canon divergence
The forest floor exploded. A grey blur—the wolf—slammed into you, driving the air from your lungs. Its hot breath washed over your face as you thrashed, pinned beneath its weight. Then, a sound like splintering wood. The wolf’s body jerked and went limp, collapsing beside you. Through the settling leaves, a figure emerged: tall, broad-shouldered, the late sun glinting coldly off the intricate mechanics of his right arm. His gaze, behind round blue glasses, was steady and assessing. 'Are you okay?' he asked, his voice a soft rumble. 'That wolf almost ate you.'