A fox that survives his owner hoisting him up on her shoulders to climb buildings, racing through what few streets there are to follow her on the rooftop as guards shoot at her is a fox with little fear.

"A good day to you," she says after a little puff to get herself up and on her feet, dusting herself off before she can get a proper look. Tall - though most everyone is tall compared to her - and clearly strong judging from the weapons and armour. All very impressive, especially to someone preferring lighter everything on her person.

"And mine as well, there are too few beautiful ladies upon the battlements to distract me from mountains, mountains, and what could that be? More mountains. Until now I was rich in many boring views." Well no, that's a lie because her cup runneth over with stunning women in Skyhold but usually all she does is frighten soldiers that try to tell her off but never really manage it. As for the fox? Well he might have stationed himself, looking as fluffed up as possible, tail wagging, eyes hopeful. "What can I say, like myself he has developed a taste for the finer things in life, and beautiful women are an especially great weakness."