Mo'rtajha makes a silent 'oh' at that, having thought that Ahri meant some kind of snow fox like her. It wasn't a strange idea to the miqo'te, but it seems it was the incorrect one!

She draws her legs up onto her chair, hugging her knees to her chest, ears drooping. "Mmm, yes. There is that little matter. I've yet to walk around the town overly much, and there's fields and forest to explore beyond it all I hear. Perhaps its best to start around here and speak with the villagers? Most of them seem friendly enough..."