After the creature finishes giving a rather apt description of the bars, Reynard's all smiles and only partly sarcastic. "Yes, good fun all round."

The thing's preference of the wilds is a little surprising to him. It doesn't look natural to him, or perhaps it's natural but in an unusual form. Better to say it looks alien to him whereas nature is incredibly familiar. He looks the being up and down, unsure what to make of it, barely noticing the gust of wind while he tries to figure out the entity in front of him. "Good choice."