Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

He couldn't help the laugh that sprung from his snout at her ridiculous statement and drop his head as the laughter rumbled though his frame. "Fair enough." Siarut nodded his head with a smile still present on his maw. 

"I am headed no where. Merely out for a walk to clear my head. Is that a crime now dear witch?" He lifted his head again to catch the eye of the tree witch. "It looks as though you've laid an impossible trap for any walkers by. How are we to know that we tresspassing?" He shruged at the end of his query, and his voice remained light and amused with no anger hidden in the words.