Belle shivered a bit from the chilly rain as the door opened. She had a smile ready for whoever had been kind enough to open to her.
Her smile faltered as she saw no one.
"Hello?" she called gently before shivering again and stepping inside to get out of the rain. "Is someone there?"
No one responded, so she stepped farther in. The entry wall looked clean and well kept but rather dark. A puzzled frown came over her face. Someone had opened the door. It hadn't blown open.
Looking down she realized her cloak was dripping on the floor. "Oh," she muttered and removed her cloak, folding it up.
Clearing her throat, she tried again to speak to whoever was here. "My name is Belle. I apologize for my appearance. I was robbed a ways up the road and..." She stopped herself when she realized they probably didn't care about that. "I came looking for work. Would you please speak to me?"
The sound of scuffling came from behind the door. Belle approached cautiously. She gasped a bit when she saw the beautiful white fox.
"Are you stuck? Oh, poor girl. At least I think you are a girl. Here," Belle said gently and moved the door so the animal could get free. "You are so beautiful. I've never seen a white fox before," she continued in a soft gentle voice. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you," she assured the fox, getting to her knees and offering her hand for the animal to smell. "Do you know who lives here?"