Qeya River Cowgirls Don't Cry

"We can handlw owathelveth," Lilia proclaimed. They didn't need an escort, not when they knew their way home- and frankly, she didn't really want this woman following them. She spoke in a way that was too familiar to the way the red-eyed man had spoken. She still didn't believe that they could not hunt there, but Redd seemed content to rove off, and hunt elsewhere, so not wanting to be left gabbing with the stranger, she gave her a nod and began to follow Redd away. 

She waited a while, before she spoke in a hushed whisper. "You ever hewd of Natigvik, or wath she makin' that up? Theemed kinda thuth to me."