The concept of groups outside of her homeland was still a new one to Noor. Of course, she'd heard of Tanglewood, the bad swamp guys who wanted to destroy her family and friends, but other than the Pitt's enemies, the petite vixen possessed achingly little knowledge on the outside world - despite her tendency to act as though she knew just about everything there was to know. With that being the case, she was mildly surprised to encounter a person she'd never seen before teetering about the marketplace. An abundance of questions and queries seethed into her minuscule imagination. Where was he from? Why was he here? How tough was he, if he can be that teeny yet able to make it past the strong people guarding the border? There was only one method that would get Noor the answers she desired. A method that she didn't feel entirely happy about - going to the stranger and asking. Terrible.

She squeezes her way through the hustle-bustle of the marketplace, keeping a firm gaze on her mark. Once adjacent to the feline, she plops herself down onto her rump and shifts in a comfortable stance, positioning herself away from the crowd so that she would not share a similar fate as him. "Should've not been in his way," she muses in reference to his near-squishing, speaking in a half-taunting half-serious tone of voice. Now that she was closer, the fox could easily see that this boy was similar in age to her. Golden eyes span the cub's figure, squinting in bewilderment at his oversized wings, before finally falling on his soft face. "What're ya doin' here?" she then asks, "you're not from here. People from the Pitt don't like that and might try to hurt you, if I don't do that first."