Deepwood Weald You can't keep them all caged

Easy rolled a shoulder, unconcerned.

"Old just means I've lived through plenty enough to know what I can take," she replied, annoyed with the rhetoric. "Besides — I've seen very few youngsters running around. Most seem to have moved on."

She ought to know. Many of the ones that had been around the last time she'd been here had been her own, in one way or another. And of the ones that were left, she felt she could lay claim to a fair few.

"But the ones that are left are welcome to try me," she went on, swishing her tail in satisfaction — and to spread her detestable scent around the woman's garlic-hunting clearing. "I'll leave you to your garlic."

Easy turned to leave.