Two pointed, ragged-edged ears twist and flick back and forth atop the russet-furred head of the fox, likely drawing the eyes before even the brilliant, contrasting green of his eyes can snare the gaze. From there the eye is likely to wander downwards to a lopsided grin, much wider on the left than on the right, brilliant, pearly teeth glinting from between the soft black flesh of his lips.

Upon making his reply the fox seems rather animated, paws gesturing this way or that before returning to a spot folded amongst his arms against the snowy fur of his rather broad chest, a seemingly natural and comfortable position. From there it's a small matter to observe the rest of the vulpine's body, though many eyes tend to linger a little as they roam across his form - after all, it's not often that one comes across a vulpine so thickly-built, so broad and stocky in stature. It's obvious that he uses that body more than a little, but certainly not in a gym. One tends to burn off all of their fat when exercising in such a focused way, but this fox has more than a little of it hanging around, padding the firmness of his musculature and making him look almost cuddly.

A little lower down the eye is likely to catch a glimpse of his brush of a tail, flicking idly back and forth across the backs of his thighs and around either hip. It's obvious that he takes pride in this more than most other aspects of his body, the bright russet and snow of that thicker fur combed and brushed and washed to leave it almost radiant.