Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

A sound of agreement came from her at the male's description. Summer storms were common in some areas, though she hadn't had a summer here yet. "The winds are fair. The storm should pass fairly quick." Her tail flicked behind her, eyes glancing over at him again, her black lips curling into a toothy grin. "And that you're full of shit, in my opinion." She'd had enough of the cloud-talk. While she would keep it all in mind, it was still not something she'd likely focus on. 

"Still hungry?" She asked, still not full from the small, half-meal she'd shared with him.