[The kid blinks up at him like he's speaking jibberish. It's clear there isn't an ounce of stranger danger in this one. He's never even heard the phrase before. Probably because he was the dangerous stranger most of his life.
The sudden appearance of a knife diverts his attention, just long enough for him to savor the idea of carving a pumpkin for himself. His big, red eyes are bright with curiosity and anticipation when they refocus on Wolfwood. He nods.]
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The sudden appearance of a knife diverts his attention, just long enough for him to savor the idea of carving a pumpkin for himself. His big, red eyes are bright with curiosity and anticipation when they refocus on Wolfwood. He nods.]
Can we give it fox ears?