Knock, knock

Doing a quick headcount of the livestock, a caracal ear flicked atop her head at the call. Odd. Not... unexpected, but most gave the Raider's a wide berth. With things as they were, of course the second their mother told them to stay home, the children had spread out in all directions. There was barely anyone else around to answer the call, so Modesty made her way to where the stranger stood.

Pregnant was the first scent that hit her nose, and she sighed, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Well, this was becoming a more regular occurrence than she had expected.

Although perhaps she shouldn't jump to conclusions. "And what is it you want with the Raiders?" There was humour in her tone, no point beating around the bush as it were. She'd come here for a reason.

"speech"