FoxBoy yawned wide and then stood up, shaking himself and feeling the fur from his foxy snout all the way back to his five tails fluffing out for the moment to shake off the morning dew and some of the garbage that the wind had swept from the nearby park onto his corner of the alley. Still clad in his dog body armor, he looked around a moment and worked his jaws, getting the kinks out of his muscles and then looked to himself. A bit disgusted with what landed on him, he sat down and hummed to himself, his eyes closed and ears perked, his attention on the free mana around him and weaving it into one of several spells that he cast in succession.
Once he was done he looked to himself once more and nodded in sastifaction. No longer looking like the runaway Aztec hunting hound, he now appeared to be a stray with a thick woolen coat on top of his normal fur that was freshly groomed and cleaned. The coat thick enough to hide the layers of padding that comes from customized armor and layers of insulation against heat, lightning and cold. He had lost count of how many times he's done his own tailoring.. but that didn't matter.
The commlink woven into his mask that now looked like a foppish canine's hat with goggles came alive and checked his mail once it detected he was awake, the startup routine announcing that he had fifteen messages waiting for him. Some marked urgent... well, something was a bit more urgent then even those.
Setting out into the park, he sniffed the air and started looking for those ducks he spotted last night. Time for breakfast...