Bearclaw Valley some kind of majesty, some chemical load

Not a very talkative bunch.  Kiwi smirked, thinking, mind running over what her goal was here.  Same as always; prove, one way or another, they were less.

And your leader? she asked, meeting the eyes of the silent woman before turning back to Skoll.  He seemed capable, though perhaps not the brightest.  A snap judgement with absolutely zero context to it.  The fact that there were two of them did mean she needed to be careful, but she pushed anyway.  Are they... capable?  She looked around, a little haughtily.  Your claim is weak.  Now how would they take that, she wondered?