The smartest fool, the dumbest sage, are singing in the back

The crack of a branch was met with a flick of her ear, if they'd meant to jump her, they were doing a bad job of it. She set aside her pinecones and lifted her head to look back, spotting the red through the underbrush like a burning beacon. Her tail began to wave, thinking it must be one of Ig's kids out exploring, but as she turned and fully took in the elongated ears, “How many kid's has Ig got anyway?” She asked quietly, mostly to herself. Nobody else threw red like that that she had encountered anyway... “Haven' seen yer around before,” she greeted, her shortened tail waving at her back in greeting, “Yer live up this way?”

She thought she caught a whiff of Ghoul in there somewhere, so Insomnia maybe?

“Speech”