Chaarix raises what passes for an eyebrow. "Bunny rabbits?" she repeats incredulously, "Only larger, stronger, and more prone to forming mobs and chasing us down. Or banding together and stealing from father's hoard." She glances around conspicuously, not exactly trying to hide her examination of Spiriah's home. "You do seem to be the expert, though, so I will take your word for it."

In truth, Chaarix was very unimpressed with Spiriah's depiction of humans clashed a bit with what she already knew, but then again, Spiriah liked to hide and, apparently, observe the humans from a distance. Also steal, but that was fine.

"So," she says, "It would have been a good idea to ask how injured they were, then." Hindsight is 20/20.