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Pukei responds with a soft, sheepish laugh. Right, the woman didn't seem like the type to go frolicking through a mire just for the fun of it. Well, her loss. She looks at the soft, pristine locks of Reyna's fur, wondering what her idea of fun was.

Her gaze follows the woman's gesture up to the mountains that stand guard over the lowlands, and Pukei makes a small noise of understanding, before she looks to another object the woman points out behind them. She makes good points; the land was rightly suitable despite the risks of living on a mountain. "Huh, you've given it a bit of thought already." She pauses again before she assaults the stranger with another breathless train of thought.

"You'd live here by yourself? It'd get pretty lonely, I'd imagine, unless you could make friends with the frogs, but I don't think they'd make good company – probably'd just wanna talk about frog stuff." The rambling continued. "I guess the mountain'd be alright, you met any of the wolves hanging out in the mountains though? They're kind boring, one made fun of my fishing skills."