The fox curled up in the mouth of one of the statues isn't, actually, a fox. Rather, Clio had decided she needed to get out but hadn't wanted to walk around as a human - people look at her weird when she does, the last few months showing obvious signs. So instead, a crow had flown out from the Lea's house in Flag Hill and turned into a fox once it had settled down at the gardens because she'll look less out of place here. (The forests make her skin crawl, but gardens aren't too bad).

So. Fox. One that's still distinctly malourished, but people tend to care less.

Clio had been sleeping, but she'd woken up when she feels Wolfgang's - magic? Presence? - She's never been sure how to describe this sort of awareness, but she can pick other supernatural creatures. It's easier when they're fae and it always make her more curious when they're not. She hops out from the mouth of the statue and stalks closer to him, trying to determine what exactly he is. She is not being particularly subtle.