Sanjar is a quiet soul. He needs little to feel content, so long as companionship is offered. Being blind, he is extremely skittish and timid, and relies on his other senses heavily. The Toko spends much of his day simply listening, smelling, feeling; existing but not truly living. Spending so much time like this would generally force one to grow cold as the harsh northern winds, but despite his weary demeanor and lack of participation in social events, the male is an affectionate thing, loving and craving the close amity of others. However, Sanny's social circle is small -- very small -- and the fellowship of others is seemingly a rare commodity. One can usually find him closely tagging alongside his brother. He enjoys feeling and experiencing things for the first time, as well as the warmer temperatures of summer. He has an affinity for feathers, and like his mother, a taste for caribou.