The grey fox's ears lift and swivel the way of the dragon-fox. His head tilts as he's addressed, and he replies with his full attention. He stands, coming 2 or so feet short of the others' height. He ends up looking up at his prospective buyer, stepping aside so as not to obstruct the view of the cages.<br/><br/>"These, are called Vors! They're reptiles -- not too many breeders have success with them though, that's likely why you haven't seen any! They're rare! An exotic pet if you will."<br/><br/>The fox wriggles his fingers as if to make the point more exciting. He flicks his tail and walks around to the back of the cages, the vors' heads all following him.<br/><br/>"If imprinted at a young age they can make decent pets. I'm a breeder, see ... trying to popularize the species."<br/><br/>He opens the slotted cage-top to one of the smallest of the creatures, picking it gently up with two paws. Having been so recently sated, it simply tilts its head and chirrs tinily, making no move to go anywhere. It looks back at the fox then at the larger furre, its stubbish tail twitching.<br/><br/>"Though they're reptiles they have very smooth skin, even into adulthood," He explains, holding the hatchling out a bit so Dragox can touch it if he wishes.