Fendros was content to stand for a moment while Ahnasha laid herself down for them moment. There was a hint of something in the air that had caught his attention, and he was sniffing at it further to try and work out what it was. Before he could fully work it out, there was something he felt on his tail. Like the bite, it was unexpected. Had he caught some mud on the end of it? He craned his neck around again, stepping on the spot to slightly turn as if it would help him to reach his tail. He couldn't see anything on his tail, perhaps it was on the underside. He took a couple of attempts to grab his tail again, it seemed to evade his grasp as if it had a mind of its own. He didn't quite spin in circles, but he almost did. It didn't help that the tail was relatively short in comparison to his body. He thought that if his tail had the proportions of a Khajiit's like Ahnasha's human form it would be easier to get a hold of. She seemed to be able to move her tail around gracefully and with complete control, unlike his. Perhaps it was a feline feature of the Khajiit that allowed such a thing. When he finally got a hold of his tail and twisted the tip over to the point where he could still see the underside without it hurting, he found nothing.

When Fendros let go of his tail and looked at Ahnasha, she didn't quite give away her mischief in her expression. Fendros was still bad at reading wolf faces' more subtle expressions. "Do tails often get things caught in them?" He asked obliviously, turning away from her again to face the direction of the smell he was trying to discern before.