Wolfgang is used to some weirdness from animals. It's crows, goats, and cats that come up to him curiously -- and all dogs react to him with the same aggressive terror. Wild animals, that's new, and in Baedal sometimes it's hard to tell when animals are just extra intelligent, when they're sentient, and when they're actually people. Still, his first thought when he notices a fox coming closer is that it's a fox, and whether it's the half the joint he's smoked already or the fact that it's not a person approaching him, he doesn't startle the way he would otherwise.

Instead he shifts slowly, posture open, hands visible. "Hey," he says, in a soft voice like he doesn't want to scare her, and like talking to animals is perfectly natural. It used to be they'd talk back to him; lonely children have to get creative when making friends. "Where'd you come from?"

He doesn't reach out to touch her -- if it's a wild animal that's a bad idea, and if it's not then it's just rude -- but he does hold very still. "You're skinny. I don't have any food, sorry."