even Raider's mow their lawns

The crisscrossing waterways, an extension of the estuary, probably contributed to the height of the grasses. It could be a good location for Sakana to establish a garden, for those plants that preferred full sun. It would probably make a good grazing area if they decided to expand into sheep, after all, wasn't that the next logical leap after goats?

The towering stalks hardly lent themselves to stealth, so when the dark coated male emerged from the sea of grass, she was neither shocked nor awed. Standing about as tall as Gilgamesh, she supposed he was probably used to standing over most in height. His presumption was met with silence and a look of abject boredom, by all means, as if obviously she was who he assumed her to be.

Modesty had many things on her mind of late, the least of which revolved around politics, particularly regarding a pack that lived so very far away. Still, she wouldn't outright dismiss the man or call on her children to run him out just yet. "If you've come to bring a gift, you'd have been better off heading to the Moor." It wasn't delivered with presumption, merely stated. If he continued this way he would approach the territory from the furthest edge from the Ravine, perhaps he'd even end up in the boggy ground of the Estuary. He'd be waiting an age for an answer if he had called.

"Did the stench of your decor drive you so far from home, or are you here for a reason?" She smirked, clearly not afraid of the man before her, nor the pack he represented. It would be a lie to say she hadn't considered perhaps her missing members had been kidnapped like that other packs pup had been, but she would deal with that if it were the case in time.

"speech"