Swiftcurrent Creek Watch them sharpen those teeth, crude from the walls of no sleep

Reverie was far too paranoid to have missed that they had company, attuned as she was to the sounds outside of the cave. When she heard voices, her first response was to stiffen and tuck Blossom away; she had taken a break to feed her, but that seemed less important now. Bristling a little already at the lack of familiarity to the second voice, she exited the den with none of her usual friendliness.
She had questions, but chose not to voice them; the only ones she wanted answered seemed too rude. Instead she tried to greet the man politely. Semi-politely. Hello. I'm Reverie. Thank you for bringing Lestan home, Now leave. Her expression and body language spoke where her words did not.