even Raider's mow their lawns

Modesty allowed her tail to wave at his response to her jab about bringing a gift, a small grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Of course she didn't expect any such thing, but then again, others rarely came to her borders without demands, if they bothered to come at all.

Quickly, the conversation turned to her grandchildren and Scald, and she allowed herself to look over her shoulder, back towards the edges of the plains where the grass was shorter. She wouldn't have a problem placing the man at her back with the quills that rested over her nape and shoulders, if they had to walk single file for a time. "Care to continue on? I can summon my sons companions to bring us refreshments. Not that one, one of the others." She waved a paw casually and allowed herself a half smile. "It's getting rather tricky to keep a track of them all," she admitted, gesturing in the direction of the Ravine.

"Unless it was a short discussion to be had?"

"speech"