Amber lanterns gazed superciliously at the individual, scrutinizing her mannerisms in attempt to discern her character.

The glimmer of distaste that was exhibited when the fox sat her rump onto the quagmire’s floor. The uncertainty that dwelled within her motions. How unaccustomed she was to an alien environment. Taking the prior factors into account, deducing the stranger’s status as unthreatening was a particularly easy feat.

The hound then removed himself from the shrubbery, slinking deftly in the direction of the fox’s coordinates. Her size was merely itsy-bitsy in comparison to his hulking figure, obliging the guardsman to revolve his noggin downwards, just so he could catch a glimpse of her facial features. Still drawing his large head in a descending manner, Leroy parked himself a small ways away from the acacia-toned mammal. His throat secreted a soft exhale, one of mild amusement.

She did not belong here, and likely wouldn’t for a good period of time.

"What brings you here, then?" the gruff male ultimately asked, his voice’s tone painted both with colours of jesting and curiosity.