Lake Rodney ii They watch their children.

After their brief exchange, the man paid Norah no mind, focussed at the work at hand. The lady in grey did not mind, she positioned herself so that she had a good view of, what he was doing, and all the while he washed and meddled with the pelt, she followed his every action with a cool gaze and a slightly amused smirk spread across her muzzle. The lengths of people went to complicate simple matters. Her mother would have a good laugh about this one, except... at this thought she tilted her head to the side and her expression became thoughtful... yeah, maybe she would not challenge this beast outright. Judging by his attitude up until now, he was not knightly kind, when it came to women. Say something wrong, he may get rough. 

"My tribe?" Norah repeated, pressed her lips together and lifted her gaze upwards, while she thought, what should she reply him. Her tribe consisted of her mom. She had taught great many things to her favourite daughter, one of the first - you do not play with food. But that kind of observation said out loud would sound mocking and demeaning. She was not above intentionally insulting the fellow, but there was her safety to take in account. There is a fine line between a good joke and slander and, unfortunately it is one, which the other person draws not you. You have no way of knowing, unless you take that first leap. She did not wish to try her chances just yet. 

"Mine were pragmatic and hungry. They ate everything and did not leave anything behind. What's in your belly already, cannot be stolen later," she finally said. "Are you here on your own or have you and your tribe settled nearby?"