[What he'll see is a bipedal fox standing roughly at five feet tall. She's wearing heavy workboots that extend up past her hocks, and have a set of trousers stuck into them. Her shirt's heavy-duty cotton and she has one of the standard-issue coats of this place on over that along with a pair of heavy work gloves. She's looking around nervously and starts when he calls out. Then her eyes widen.]
N-no, sir. But... Fates and seasons you're a funny looking mole!
[At least she's... assuming he's a mole. Maybe? Some... variety of mole?]
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N-no, sir. But... Fates and seasons you're a funny looking mole!
[At least she's... assuming he's a mole. Maybe? Some... variety of mole?]