One thing Corwin has in spades is patience, so he holds very still-- unnaturally so, almost-- while she approaches and has a sniff. "You are more curious than I expected, little one. And more brave. I've never had a fox investigate me before."

He smells like mist and ghosts and death, and a little bit like garbage given his day-job, but also candy and alchemical reagents and a strange kind of fire that has no smoke. Though his body is human, technically, that smell is far less obvious than all the others. There's also an aura of something off about him, something unnatural, but his voice is soft and friendly, and he's making no move to try and touch her.