Bramblepoint make a wrong thing right

"Good to know that," Birk replied, feeling relieved that his favorite place away from Caldera was not occupied by some vagrants, who would pee and poop all over the place and take away his precious treats in from of bird eggs and amphibians. This was his "restaurant" after all. 

"I assume that you are not a part of that group either," he went on, now sniffing the air to establish, whether he knew her smell or did not. He quickly established that she was totally foreign. "Who are you and where are you from?"