Moonspear seize the night.

Fig was gratified by her pleasure at his response. He considered her next question thoughtfully while I went ahead and made some assumptions about what he knows and what he doesn't. Cause why not? 

"Nothing aggressive to my knowledge," Fig commented, "They've encroached on our hunting grounds more than our pack lands. Our regent came across them during a hunt. They worship deer like deities, and she says they are inbred." He didn't know the validity of the latter claim, though it felt worth mentioning. They'd certainly earned themselves a poor reputation amongst the Firebirds for their strange ways.

They walked contentedly along, chatting until they reached the Glen where they parted ways.