Vixen sat at his desk, his quill In hand as he tapped his foot against the floor. He turned his head to the side, “A human? In my mansion?” he asked himself mentally, setting the pen down and standing up. He made his way to the large entrance, spotting the Human. His eyes glarred at the figure as it stepped inside the old, yet beautiful mansion. He stepped out the corner, walking down the stairs as his shoes clacked slightly. “Who are you?” He asked, his voice loud, though not confident.