<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/M5bomIF.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper Hulfort<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Lumberjack | Woodworker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Mid-Morning | Streets of Amberdale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Closed, Merry<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"A Vulpi? Never seen a fox like you before... Well, I nean, I've seen normal foxes but not talking ones. I guess there are more of you beyond the forest village.." Jasper trailed off as he looked at the small creature. He had to resist the urge to pet it, rub its belly, and play with its ears. Oh gods, those ears just looked so playful... Would it react like a normal dog to the belly rubs? Even when he played with the forest foxes, they were highly playful and made the cutest noises...<br/><br/>"They used to love coming and going from the village, to the point where we made a play area for them to run around and frolic in. Sometimes they'd also just find their ways into peoples' houses, but they wouldn't do anything bad. Some of the best animals I'd ever seen." He continued, unaware of what the little fox was doing until it was too late.<br/><br/>"Hey, wha-" Jasper began before he found his lap space severely occupied. Instead of a small fox, there was a sizable woman in his lap, with big ears, big thighs, a big tail  and very big breasts... Arguably everything was quite big, and Jasper had to lean back before he raised a brow. "... Wow. You are... Uh, seriously big." He found himself bluntly admitting, before amending his response: "I mean this form in general. I expected you to just be a small fox, not a fox-person..." When he spoke it, he realized he was simply trying to cover his ass after having observed the sizable mammaries the woman was packing.<br/><br/>"Wait, thief?" This was no time for gawking, he could do that later. "You mean that little guy stole the book from you? And I... Ugh, crap, I should have known better!" He groused and palmed his face before helping Merry up. Once he could stand up, he looked around a bit, trying to remember when the Goblin had panicked. "I think he went this way, let's go!" He grabbed her hand and began to pull her away.<br/><br/>"So, do you know why he stole the book? I thought most goblins didn't enjoy reading very much..." While he wasn't entirely wrong about that assessment, he had no idea there happened to be some who tried to overcome that negative notion and endeavored to better themselves in the literary arts. Could this have been one such outlier?