Oops.

It looked like Flamsteed was not a big fan of foxes. Or maybe it was just ones that rapidly approached him that he did not like. That was a logical fear, and maybe Olly should have taken it into consideration before leaping toward the professor. He opened his mouth to reassure the man that it was just him, a student, but he was still a fox so all that came out was a sort of yippy bark noise. So that's what a fox says.

Then there was a meow from the cat who...he still was not sure if it was a real cat or not. Judging by the way the cat fell to the ground from the top of the barrels, he was willing to make a logical guess that it was not a real cat. Cats always landed on their feet and whatnot, right? He'd scared her too by getting to close too fast in his fox body. Maybe it was not the best choice to make for this assignment. Something less threatening, like a regular dog or a bird, might have been better.

Completely oblivious to the intentions of Flamsteed, Olly just sat in front of the barrels. Between the two - cat and professor. There was a lot going on, a lot of sounds in his fox ears and a lot of smells in his fox nose. He needed to take a second to get used to it in his unfamiliar body.