You have goat to be kiddin me

She had been so focused on where she was placing her paws that the voice calling out to her was the first indication anyone else was out her. She lifted her antlered head in greeting, her two birds dipping between coastal air currents overhead, neither raising any alarm, so she allowed her shortened tail to wave at her back in greeting, eyes squinting against the salt spray and the sun. “If I can find a way in, I'm jus' pokin' around. I haven' been out this way before.” She responded honestly, an easy smile on her face. She hadn't had many run ins with the other Armada kids outside of their birthday party and the recent raid, she didn't remember seeing this one at the latter, but she didn't imagine Dread being kicked out had been kept secret either and his scent was probably the thickest on her coat under the salt water from her swim. Eh, what was he gonna do? Stab her like his dad did? She was tougher than that.

Deluge had a couple of bottles of alcohol slung across her back, wrapped around her middle with a vine, they clinked against her hip as she walked. While she remembered they weren't the drinking sorts, it would be rude to not offer right? “I reckon the view from th' top o' th' cliffs'd look better with a drink, wanna check it out?”

“Speech”