Walk up to him. Why not?

You step out of the woods, entering the clearing the fox man inhabits, waving over to the male. At this point you’ve already made enough bad decisions, you’ve convinced yourself that there’s no real point to not just playing all your cards at the get go and banking on the vulpine to not be immediately hostile towards you.

“Hello, there.” You say, as nonchalantly as possible. “How’re you?”

You’re almost taken aback at how.. Gutsy that was, but it’s kind of beyond you at this point. He seems friendly enough.

“Human. Why’re you here? Most of you just stay in the walled city.” He asked, a little bit of puzzlement in his voice as he asked. Though, you parse, he’s rather ambivalent to your overall presence. His hand going to his large clothed bulge to cover up, looking for modesty at your arrival. “You’re exploring?”

You hum for a minute, enjoying having a normal enough conversation. Your only company in the past few hours has been a literal god, and a group of goblins. “I guess you could say I’m touring the world, hm?” A lilt in your voice, finding yourself in a good mood. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance, friend. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Gesturing to his covering up.

He looks at you, still a little tepid in his dress. “Most humans get angry when people wear so little.” He says, taking his hand away. “Glad you’re more free in your modesty.” The vulpine breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’m fishing, if you could not tell. You’re welcome to join me, having met a human is a rare achievement for many of those who live in the woods of Malse.”