Simeon ventured through the forest in his fox-en shape, and paused as the scent of three "somethings." with a slight fading of the fourth tangled in his nostrils. Interesting and unexpected. He shifted into his human form and began his trek, each step long and purposeful in stride. He paused as he appeared before the two strangers, hands clasped neatly in front of him and the smallest of smiles tugging at his lips. "Thank you." His voice held warmth, as was considered polite, but he did not elaborate. Instead he said, "I wouldn't." Having overheard the man say he wanted to poke it with a stick just as he arrived. His gaze ventured to the item they surveyed, it was covered in elaborate push buttons.