“ it doesn’t make a difference to me. i don’t mind either way, but it might help others stop being so suspicious of you and your scheming look, ” adrien replies. he seats himself on the forest floor, not paying attention to the dampness of the earth that’s slowly seeping into his jeans.“ yes, maybe, but how did you learn to? we learn the people around us. were you surrounded by people who spoke, or did the foxes around you speak as well? ” his brows furrow a moment later, and he backtracks. “ that is, assuming you havealways been a fox. have you? ”
“yes. though, i suppose that’s a bit misleading. i’m always a fox, but sometimes, i don’t look like one.” to demonstrate, he rises, circles around to ease the turn and sits back down across from adi. it’s almost like looking into a mirror. “at my beginning, i was a fox. and then i took a host, learned through her. so, in a way, you could say, people taught me to. even if they didn’t realize it was me they were teaching.” he shrugs. “there weren’t always other foxes around me. wolves, and dogs, they band together and form packs, but not foxes. foxes are solitary creatures.”