Apocrita scoffed, taking her eyes off the landscape to visibly express her disapproval of your simple words with them. "Because a harsh place like this is the only place we are safe. Ponies hate our kind for what we must, emphasis on MUST, do to survive. Our hive can produce anti-pony magic, but if we were to settle in a swamp or anywhere else that can support life, then ponies would be able to camp, hide, and make their attacks without worry. By living out in the middle of this wasteland, we guarantee that nopony can come after us."