His laugh is more a huff of air than anything, but warmer in it's lack of a bitter edge. He rubs the fox's head before lightly shooing it away. "Go to your family, my friend." The fox listens like the trained pet it isn't, leaping down and vanishing under the porch.

"I found the whole family here when I arrived. I took some time to make sure they were not going to start speaking to me." He's seen some strange things, even making his way around the less populated areas of the port.