Kintla Flatlands Savage garden

Peregrine grit his teeth together at her reply. Her elusiveness was maddening. His eyes grew flinty and he huffed at her, illustrating his impatient displeasure even as he climbed onto all fours. If she didn't stop wasting his time, he was prepared to gather his carrots, possibly bitchslap her with them and then go home.

"Lady," he began, "can't you just get to the damn point? Your mysteriousness is not attractive. I'm trying to compile some alternative food sources to help my pack this winter. If you have some actual advice, spit it out. If not, I'll be on my way to get a second and educated opinion."