Phoenix Maplewood i'mma turn it on with a bang

Tail cautioned a glance at the other when she repeated her last name, perhaps sensing already that she was in no true danger. If she had been trespassing, it was unlikely she would have been given time to explain herself. Although she noted the pensive tone behind the other's repetition, Tail had no reason to expect there was a reason behind it— perhaps it was a memory technique. "Most call me Tail," she offered helpfully, not realizing that her company was missing her own, "if it's easier."

When the other indicated that she could stay, Tail took a seat. Her brows furrowed briefly in concern at the whine, but felt it wise to stay silent on the subject— at least for now. "That's because I'm not from around here," she responded to the other's observation. "I'm actually on my way to a place called the Teekon Wilds."

She dropped off there, noting the other's agitated twitching and scratching. From the angle she sat, she couldn't see the stranger's wounded leg or missing tail— but the apparent itching concerned her nonetheless. Tail knew the symptoms of fleas, and if she didn't think it were rude to blurt out that the other had them, she might have mentioned it.