Alpine paused, his eyes locked on the little totem god, or rather goddess, in front of him. He himself seemed mildly confused as well, puzzled as to how anyone, even a child, could effectively confuse him for Foolish. Alpine was albino no matter where you looked, spare his floof of faded brown-to-white hair; hell, even his outfit was mostly sheer white. From his cloak, to his shirt and pants, and miraculously his shoes as well. Foolish, on the other hand, was golden with grey patches for scales, had fluffy brown hair, emerald green eyes, and constantly wore a playful shark hoodie. Nonetheless, not wanting to upset the child in front of him, Alpine bent down and gently picked Finley up. "I'm not your papa, I'm his... Uh... Brother, or something like that."