Bitterroot twitched, not expecting to be put on the spot like that. “Well-” she mumbled as Artemis squinted at her. “I- I wasn’t really-” A brainwave. “Yes. You say life out here is nasty, brutish, and short. That’s more the environment than any lack of government, isn’t it? Barely anything grows out here, so, yeah, life’s hard. But you saw the mare up on that cliff, right?” She waved a hoof back towards Khuuramch Pass. “She was old. She was living in a shack that wasn’t much but she probably built herself. And all that without much government.”