Bramblepoint amble here, amble there

They'd been hanging out in these woods for over a week now, so once Bat moved past her initial surprise, her tail began to wag. It was good to see another face, even a stranger's. She had always enjoyed meeting people and making new acquaintances. It was one of the many appeals of life on the road.

"Hello," she echoed his cordial greeting, pale pewter eyes roving from head to toe in a quick once-over. "What brings you to Bramblepoint?" she wondered, not forgetting to add an introduction. "I'm Bat. I don't live here, just squatting for a bit." She gave her crooked foreleg a pointed look, then returned her attention to the pale male.