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Initially, Inkenoah's pace had been somewhat brisk, but she slowed soon after Pied had fallen into step with her. Her gaze flicked from her companion to the forest all around them and back to her again, curiously trying to pick out details about the female. Time and time again she found herself coming back to the unfamiliar fur pattern that the Gamma boasted, wondering vaguely how such a look could have come about, if coats like this were common here. Well, it was certainly unique - Inkenoah found herself developing a bias already in that if there was anybody else here sporting such a strange pelt, she would probably still consider Pied's the loveliest. Her sisters would probably have thought the same.

Suddenly, Pied mentioned her paw. As if she hadn't known what she was talking about, Inkenoah turned her gaze back to her twisted paw. There was more heat in her cheeks then, and a tightening of her chest - while Pied chattered on, Inkenoah tried to stifle all thoughts of the injury. She couldn't possibly explain the injury when Inkenoah herself barely remembered. Some part of her just couldn't dredge up an explanation, while another part blocked it out of her brain completely. Thankfully, a different revelation hit her. "Oh!" Inkenoah blinked, looking back at Pied. "Akhlut told me about your injury." She said, feeling somewhat foolish for not remembering her Alpha's mention of the woman earlier. "I'm sorry. What... happened? If - if you don't mind me asking."

She spoke carefully, hoping to ease the attention off her own injury. "I... I wouldn't exactly know, I guess it depends on... How badly it was broken. I don't really notice it unless I run. But it doesn't slow me down. I make it work." The phoenix proceeded to explain, briefly forgetting her anxiety in favor of dropping the subject of her paw.