Redhawk Caldera i slipped on ma' beans.

"Would I ever?" Dwin replied in a mock-offence, but then the facade broke down and she smiled at the kid. "Well, to be honest - mom would probably not be happy to have you all caked in the bird poop today, but..." she sighed, because here went a perfect opportunity to get the kid in trouble and play a complete innocence in the meanwhile. "... but later on, when you learn hunting or be out in the wilds on your own, it is always better to mask your scent. You do not know, what prowls outside, ready to pounce and eat you all - fur and bones included." Again - she realized that this was a bad choice of words. You could scare any other kid into obedience by telling them awful stories. Blackthorn kids - on the contrary - they charged at the danger. Perhaps, trying to bore them to sleep would work better, but they did not have the attention span for this. 

To sum up - kids were difficult.