His ear flicks. "Let's get going." His tone is guarded- something is probably bothering him.

Ash nods, not bothering with asking the kitsune what's wrong. Ash slowly started to make his way through the mountains of junk, keeping a wary eye on anything that might come to life and attack. Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement and spun towards it, thinking it was another dragon. It wasn't a dragon this time but several small, hunchbacked creatures waddling to and fro between the mounds. They looked like withered gnomes, bent over by the huge amount of stuff piled on their backs, like giant hermit crabs. When they found an item they liked--a broken toy, the spokes of a bicycle--they attached it to the collection on their backs and shuffled to the next mound. Some of their piles were large and quite impressive, in a sad kind of way.

A few of the creatures saw them and came waddling up, beady eyes bright and curious. Ash went for his sword, but maybe these creatures could point them in the right direction.

He growls at the creatures.

She scoffs at them before crouching down and smiling at the creatures. "Simply curious, aren't you?" She says, looking at them.

They cock their heads but don't say anything. A few pressed closer to them, curious. Two crowded Ash, pawing at his now sheathed sword. He shifted uneasily and stepped away

His growl gets louder.

She shushes him, glaring at the Kitsune before holding out her hand for one to hop on.

One stares at her hand, then steps into it, confused

He growls louder.

She smiles, picking him up cautiously. "Hi there."