Storm Watch Butte You are the little fang

She scrambled the pelt to a close and covered over it with venom! Mine, mine, mine! Spraying up fur and twitching the tip of her tail along the sands, the goblin Yaret's ears shot down to her scalp. She played a fox guarding its newfound trinket, or in this case, the spices and strange aromas from the bag. "HEH?!"

A strange woman who watched. 

Legend, too, could be a strange woman who watched.

"Who.. Whooo," words cramped up in the Yaret's brain. All scrunkly and dumb, things like that! All the dumb common speak words that seemed to leave unless there was an extensive need to run her mouth.

Aggression faded quickly into confusion, and a softer voice than the prickly display that had first been flaunted. Who! "Who yah be?"