Two Rivers Isle “All that ruckus ain’t called for.”

She giggled softly, the sound flitting and childlike. She shook herself thoroughly, probably splattering Morgan but, if she needed to run she couldn't be carrying a swamp around on her could she. Besides, the water clinging to her fur made her chilly. She hoped as soon as she jumped into a lake or some clean water she could then go to Laroche and cuddle. Her tail waved at the thought. It also put her in a mood to incline to Morgan's instruction; whatever a coon hound was.

She peered from around his shoulder.
The strangers looked strange, as she supposed any stranger would; yet these were different. One was white with a black face like some sort of floating head whilst the other was pretty and very small. Phex tilted her head, surely they were about the same height. Perhaps Phex were taller! She wanted to run and greet them, wanted to talk to them and wonder where they came from. 
Besides, they were lost and Phex was a scout. 

The girl stepped out from around Morgan, taking a few steps forward so she wouldn't have to shout like some sort of caveman. She didn't miss the mistrust in the pairs gazes but hoped they were friendly enough. "I'm Phex," she grinned, easy going as usual, "and this is Morgan. Are you looking for somewhere?" Her head tilted, ears cupped inquisitively. She wanted to help them but she also didn't want to be a coon hound nor a threat.