My problem is I'm mature and childish, I'm mildish

This pack certainly seemed like an alright lot. She finished drying herself off and snuggled into the fur, chuckling along the sentiment that fights and funs were alright, within reason. “We do try.” She admitted, though there was a hint of something sadder underneath it. Even the best laid plans didn't always work out. “I'd rather get inter tradin' so theres a chance ter chat before causin' too much chaos,” No harm in putting the word out there. “If I ever get m'self sorted.” She admitted with a self-depreciating chuckle. “Got a need fer anythin' in particular out this way?” Couldn't hurt to do some market research while she was in the area, and it might even give her a better idea of what to bring back as a gift when she returned.

“Speech”