Jolta was busy glancing around the small building to notice he'd been talked to. His eyes were tracing every surface...every crevice....looking for something 'off'.<br/>"He doesn't trust people very well." Athren replied for him as he leaned back in his chair and yawned, showing small fangs from his fox form.<br/><br/>"He probably won't eat or drink anything, even if he's hungry, anything else is fine for me though."<br/>The younger brother's eyes moved to Jolt just as his form sank and became a golden and white tinged fox.<br/>The little creature shook it's fur out, sending a spark of electricity to raise the soft hairs all the way from it's head to it's tail. The sound that accompanied it would be consistent of static electricity.<br/>Then the little creature was padding over to Athren and hopping up on his lap, curling up in to a little ball before tucking his head between his paws and closing his eyes.<br/>Jolta definitely wasn't asleep, but it was easier to focus when people didn't think of you as a threat. His ears were against his head, but that definitely didn't mean he wasn't listening...