If there was an animal to be found, Kenzo would inevitably be drawn there. He knelt, crouching, as he watched a fox digging furiously for some thing only it could see.

"What a magnificent fox!" Kenzo gushed, as usual. "Such fine colors. And the way it moves!" He peered about, trying to get a good look at it. "That's how it hunts, you know. Burrowing creatures, mice, voles, that sort of thing. The occasional weasel, I believe."