Deepwood Weald You can't keep them all caged

It was a woman close to her own age, though in truth, Easy did immediately judge herself the younger of the two. Her nose wrinkled at the intention the woman declared, and she immediately thought of her father — Grayday Sr. had always enjoyed a good roll in something smelly — something Easy was pleased enough not to have inherited.

"So will you," she replied, dryly, though she understood what the woman meant. As such, she kept her distance. "Why should I hole myself away?" she asked the stranger.

She was large enough, she thought, to contend with the best of them. This had never failed her in the past, at least. And she was cross at the mere suggestion that there was someone bigger and tougher than her out there, even if she knew, logically, that there must be. She'd met them, actually, and she was sure she'd one day meet more.

Still. She did whatever she wanted, always, and she had never, ever in her life wanted to hole herself away.