Permafrost Hollows Go Home, You're Drunk

Ahh. Right. Almost lunch. She imagined there wouldn't be too much left of him if he'd actually become lunch. And if he had? She figured those scars would be a little more permanent than what his currently appearance let on. Either way. His almost encounter with a bird where he almost became lunch left him... scared of them? Alright. She supposed a fear of birds was fairly common and if this kid was causing such a commotion over a little raven, more power to him. "Oh. Well. Glad to see you're still around then." She paused for a second before adding. "You sure showed it."

She shifted on his paws as he answered his question. Also passing through. It seemed as though that was about all this place was good for. She nodded as his posture shifted. She watched as he bowed towards her, near groveling as he took her sarcasm seriously. "Um," she started, only to realize that he'd stroked her ego in such a way that caused a tight smile to blossom upon her lips. "You majesty will do just fine." Why not right? "Speak your name, good sir. What kingdom do you belong to?"