While, in his younger days, he might have been inclined to try his charm, or lack thereof, on the puppygirl he was willing to let it pass this time. They were honest to a fault usually so he trusted her word. The reward for that trust was a lovely walk in the daylight with a few followers. The foxes he saw were dressed much better than he was but that didn't bother him. It might make him seem a little out of place but there were worse things. A fox was a fox and that carried status by itself. The cleanliness made him sigh remembering simpler days at home. A home he was going to use for his own gain now.<br/><br/>Unlike criminals in the kitty section these two foxgirls he saw were not being humped wildly with a line waiting. One seemed a little familiar, however, so he approached.<br/><br/>"Forgive me," he said looking at the puppygirl "but dare I ask what crimes this foxes committed?"<br/><br/>Being placed here was often embarrassing but that wasn't the reason he was asking. In reality he was trying to pinpoint who this dark haired fox was and how he knew her.