The Sunspire Boojums, snarks, spectral goats

So apparently she didn't have to worry too much after all.  The coyote became a thing of the past.  Treason made a huff of affirmation, then spoke, letting the corpse finally drop from her jaws, Depends.  Think anyone would be desperate enough to eat it?  Probably just leave it out for the crows.  The question wasn't serious, and her tone shifted slightly to show that.  There was no saying her jokes would appeal to everyone anyway -- and by everyone, that probably meant most people.

As her breathing normalized, she continued When there's one there might be another.  But will the porcupine or what the hell ever try and steal stuff too, or just be a nuisance?  She was not the expert on such creatures, but her stubborn nature just wasn't going to let it drop.  Not to mention she was, as always, eager to prove that she was in the right and that Wraen had just gone up in arms over nothing.  Besides, she'd rather prioritize a coyote problem than spiky beasts.  Coyotes would probably be more fun to hunt down and dispose of, anyway.