The fact that you’re here. But yeah, the sabre helps.

[ He holds it out to her willingly, then slides his hands into his pockets and hums. ]

I’m Fox.

[ He said it casually, well aware that plenty of people claimed to be him on a regular basis, so there was no need to pretend to be anyone else. He’d never been a good liar anyway. ]

And I found it because the title deeds for this strip of land didn’t exist, according to the archives, and there was a protection spell on it strong enough to confuse satellites. Would keep out basically anyone else but to me it’s like dousing something in catnip.

[ He paused, considering. ] Is there an equivalent of catnip for foxes...? Anyway.

[ He shrugged. ]

I didn’t break anything, by the way. I was careful. I just confused the protection spell into thinking I was supposed to be there, and then my guardian spirit - [ The silver fox was starting to fade a little as it trotted along beside them. ] - kept an eye out for anything nasty.

[ He hummed. ]

I guess you could say I broke in, but that implies I was going to steal something. And contrary to popular belief, I don’t steal anything. I just study.

[ He glanced at her. ]

Does your brother really have to know? Maybe some kind of animal got in.