Voltaire glanced toward the doors as they swung open soon after he had arrived and his eyes flicked over the fox that had entered the room. He certainly did not look like a predator, and the truck outside that had dropped him off didn’t seem to be waiting around for him to exit. “And what have we here.” Voltaire asked as he licked his lips. “A fox looking for a temporary home?” The lion purred as his hand rested on his painfully empty stomach.<br/><br/>(ah makes sense. xD; )