Dragoncrest Cliffs I heard we're friends

The boy claps back; I barely crossed the border; which, admittedly, Maleah had not entirely expected. Her teeth grit as a grunt of disapproval airs from between them. That doesn't matter, kid, his pity-party was not about to sway her. It was true that their insidious plan of capture was, perhaps, not the best choice, but if he was going to throw backhanded retorts to a grown woman, she may as well have let them proceed. a border is a border.
Good day to you too.
As she turns to usher the children back toward the safety of central cliffland, she feels a bump against her foreleg that earns a startled huff. Blink, blink, and then the children bumble toward him in a flicker of red and white. Her ears cup forward before flicking back in a disgruntled airplane motion. I'm telling your mothers!
Was it even worth it to chase them?