"Breathe Frances, breathe." he whispered to himself. At the smell of the male approaching his heart began to race. It took him time to get the door, but when he opened it, both the site and smell of the other hit him in the face.  He didn't speak, just stared at him for the first few second, face a mask of his emotions.  "You must be the nephew?" In his own excitement his own smell merged with the fox as he shifted his gaze from the lovely view in front of him.