Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

Mmkay I thought I was supposed to wait for someone else to post, but I'm gonna go ahead and quickly reply once more to keep it going.

The lengthy verbal tirade aside, the girl had a point. He shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have crossed the very obvious territory edge and sought out his shadow. But he had done it - this impulsive thing, this action which wasn't something his true self stood for - and he was here now, hunting. As soon as the guard asked him for a name - Tryphon's mind gave pause. He had no name for the dark one that he followed, and she had no name for him. They had never spoken. All he could do was describe her, and as soon as he opened his mouth to do so, he shut it; the stranger was speaking again, overwhelming him with orders that made his tail lash and head bow defensively. She was in the right and he knew it, yet Tryphon disliked being bossed around, even here.

With his teeth set tightly in a grimace, he decided just to plant his rear end right there, where he was standing. It was one of the options she had given him so he couldn't be at fault. "Black-furrr, female. New 'round herrre... M'bee just 'rrived." Having spoken this in his gravel-rich voice, he licked his lips and appeared to tire from the effort. Had the guard seen this woman? Maybe not, seeing as how dedicated to the invisible line she was, she might not have left this section of it for a while.