I know you're no normal fox spirit. Your scent is too tainted with gunpowder and metal.

[ Naval metal, at that, and the sea. No kitsune he's ever seen before, though he hasn't seen many, have matched such a scent. She's no being of nature despite the shape of herself and her familiar. ]

But as you also don't know me, it seems pretty fair for me to call you a mere fox.