Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Atshen did not take offense to Nyx's words and as such did not react negatively. His skin had grown thick since becoming a leader, and he felt that there was no time to waste on hurt feelings. "That usually is the reason," began Atshen, his eyes scanning the land before them as they weaved along the borders, "but I have found that our walls usually suffice when it comes to protecting us." With their protection, Atshen had found it rare for anybody to breach their borders. 

"Of course, when somebody does come through I take care of them," he shrugged then as if indicating that the previous statement was a given. "But, most times, it's rather boring without a little entertainment." With his eyes on the trodden road before them, Atshen felt silent, allowing their soft paw steps to be the only noise that occurred between them until Nyx replied.