Blackfoot Forest that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately;

as he walked, inner monologue of sorrowful, bitter sulking running on full blast in his ears-- tantalus found himself interrupted. how rude. his gaze turned, head remaining forward, to see the dark figure of a female. deciding she was pleasant enough on the eyes, tantalus turned to give her his full attention. he smiled, lips upturned as he gazed upon her favorably. though, he must admit, she was a bit forward, but perhaps it was a small slip up-- tantalus knew better than to hold that against her. 

"hello," he replied, giving himself a moment to clear his throat. his trek stopped entirely, and he stood tall before the white-footed female with interest. "do you live here?" he asked her, though she didn't smell like foxes-- so he highly doubted it.