Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

Wraen chuckled at him denying that he had anything to do with being nasty. Though it was a joke, something in his voice did not convince her completely and for the second time today she was glad to be up there and not standing on the same level he was. 

"Don't step on the witch's heels then," she returned. "Rights to the lands are esatblished differently among the witches and do not involve peeing and pooping in a circle to ensure that everyone knows, how stinky you are or what you ate for breakfast. Lack of knowledge does not free you from a responsibility and consequences for that matter," she continued, because in her opinion borders weren't just a fixed invisible line that you could either walk over or stay behind. No - they were flexible to a certain point. Not all agreed with her on this though. 

"Wraen of The Hedge witches," she gave her own name. "Two out of three you covered - where are you heading?"