"A kith that has launched a thousand furry artists," Reynard says, without a hint of shame. "Loyal, dependable, honest in our way, modest as well."

He may be laying it on a bit.

"When Winter comes, may David forbid it, the pooka will be lighting candles and cracking jokes about the damn cold, keeping warm in fur and thick skin. Seriously, we have a lot of seelie sealies, although to be fair I think a couple are seelie sealie selkies."

Reynard no.