Here it is! I need a name BTW, so any ideas are appreciated

As 17-year-old Helmer Bakman walked down the streets of First Warren, the air was cold and crisp. He held his arms close to his chest to keep warm. He pushed a tuft of his dark grey fur out of his eye. He turned the corner and headed toward the market. He checked his pockets, he had 2 silver coins. That was enough for one loaf of bread. He sighed. He needed something that would last more than a week.

As he was heading to the bakery’s stall, he saw a group of people standing on the side of the walkway. He hurried into the crowd to see what the commotion was about.

“What’s happening here?” Helmer asked a doe to his left. She was beautiful, with platinum fur and a completely tan ear.

‘Haven’t you heard? The Packslayer is addressing the town!” She said, in a thick Cockney accent.

“I’ve met the Packslayer before. I’m a good friend of his,” Helmer said. He was lying again, he had been trying not to lie anymore, but to impress this beautiful doe, he could lie.

“You have! That’s ace*!” The girl said. “I’m Isle.”

“Helmer,” he said. The Packslayer came out a few minutes later, but Helmer didn’t pay attention, he was too focused on Isle, the perfect platinum doe.

*British slang for cool