Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

Practical witch stuff....

That was very explanatory. Sia gave a small smirk, and shook his head. 

"Treat who nicely? I treat eveyone nicely." There was no denying the sarcasim in his voice, "Well..." Sia gave a shrug, "most of the time." He probably wasn't nicest person around, but he sure as hell wasn't the worst. 

"Tresspassing? I apologize if I have tresspassed, perhaps you should scent your borders more securely." Tresspassing was no joke where Sia came from, the north could be a treacherous place with limited resources to go around pack woulf fight tooth and nail for land rights. It was also a convienent way for him to avoid her more nosey questions. "I am Siarut Iyaroak Ateneq."