Jude hums quietly as he works in the library, his fox tail curled against his thigh. His cottage is a safe one, nestled deep inside the woods, a little house of wood and stone filled with all sorts of trinkets and treasures. His library is his crown and joy, bookshelves extending up to the ceiling, a comfortable couch and desk set up in the center, the whole room smelling of old books and vanilla candles.

"I have work to do, little kit." He murmurs, not looking away from the desk as he hears you enter, scrawling something down. Chewing his lip, one of his ears flicks as he glances at a book on the desk for reference.

"You can sit on my lap, sugar, but no playing." Jude adds, pushing his glasses up his nose as he continues to write away.