Sleepy Fox Hollow it is the east, and Juliet is the sun

Although Wylla cautioned her against it, Sif remained huffy. She didn't know that word and couldn't have guessed it, but the woman's tone was enough to clue her in. Reluctantly, the girl subsided, ears pressing forward in an attempt to capture the other's words. Very little got through to her, but by her tone, she guessed that there had been some sort of misunderstanding.

The banded girl was unapologetic. If anything, embarassment just made her grumpier, and her tail lashed in open irritation as she surveyed the stranger, unsure what she ought to do next.

"Do not mock," Sif snapped, deciding that this was the most imporant thing. And, although her words were sparse and her accent thick, her eyes were sharp and intelligent upon the other.