Tails

The bright sun floods the endless blue skies of Mobius, lazily illuminating the sparse, fluffy clouds. High above the ground, slicing through the air currents at high speed, streaks an amber-yellow fox. Tails is spinning his two bushy tails behind him like a powerful helicopter propeller. The wind whistles playfully in his triangular ears and ruffles the tufts of hair on his forehead, but the young genius maintains a steady course, enjoying the beautiful weather.

Suddenly glancing downward, the fox kit spots an unfamiliar figure on the ground through the veil of clouds. Curiosity instantly takes over: pulling into a beautiful, smooth loop in the clear air, Tails dives toward the ground. With the soft rustle of grass, he lands gently a few steps away from the stranger, smoothly slowing the rotation of his white-tipped tails, and offers a friendly smile, waving a snow-white glove in greeting.

— Hi there! Wow, you don't run into people in these parts very often, Tails says in a cheerful, bright voice, carefully dusting off his glove cuffs and gazing at his companion with sincere, kind curiosity in his enormous sky-blue eyes.

— I was just testing my flight range. What brings you here? Do you need some help, or are you just out for a stroll?