Hideaway Strath he's not imaginary, he's a real boy!

Catching the tail end of the conversation, “We are Teaghlaigh,” the former queen stated in a low, even timbre. Stubbornness at not wanting to reveal Tapat’s identity to the strangers had unconsciously led her to answer the question Gannet was truly asking — but she wasn’t here to entertain them. Mindful of their relative youth but suspicious all the same due to the excess amount of hormone in the air, the continued absence of her son, and the recent altercation with the trespasser, “Who are you, and why have you come?” she asked flatly. Her head was held high, but the set of her shoulders and tail were neutral. Her long, strong legs, set squarely, tensed imperceptibly as she shifted her weight in readiness should either of the two wanderers pose a threat. The wounds sustained during her recent fight still smarted, but she was confident — cocky, even — that she could beat hell into any would-be troublemakers.