It was amusing to see the girl walk up to him to touch his tail, looking as if he was going to spring a bear trap from it, and then after brushing the fur for a moment, she simply fired question after question like a fireworks factory during a firestorm.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, one at a time," he laughed. "I come from another, smaller island that's kind of the same as Manta Carlos, much closer to Japan, not that you can find it on any map. And yeah, almost everyone looks like this. Well, if you aren't too picky about how some have more tails than others. Though, not all of the people there are Kitsune, but it was all ours to begin with. Some others found a home there, and we've welcomed most of them. Recently, anyway."
"Yeah, soft things are nice. During the cold seasons, we actually sleep on each other's tails in a big group. I know, that sounds weird, but its all tradition. Some couples prefer only each other, and it ends up looking quite--um, actually, I don't think I should say it, but feel free to use your imagination. That may have been too much information."
