Fairspell Meadow oh, let me be a part of the narrative

Despite her the suspicion she felt towards the stranger, Clover shook her head. "No, I don't mind," she hissed in reply, her pitch as cold as Marrit's had been, "As long as you don't do anything to fuckin scare them off, or whatever. I've worked hard to camouflage myself." Clover huffed, her tail flicking with evident irritation. 

"It's hard work," she added sourly with a frown, turning from her company to observe the herd once more.