The chief stroked his beard a moment in thought. It seemed strange to the elderly canine that they'd wish to see the old grey maned grandmothers.<br/><br/>Well if'n' you're wantin' te see the old grey bitches they keep to themselves on the south side o town, knittin' cookin' swappin' stories o' useless dribble." He shook Raschen's paw as the big cat rose.<br/><br/>"we will go see them. Thank you for seeing us, you have been most hospitable" He spoke gently, his formal nature seeping out again.<br/><br/>He nodded to Taryn, leaving the chief's circle tot he south end of the Kyote compound, elderly Kyote women settled about a fire which boiled stew between them, the old canines cackling at the reminiscent stories they shared before looking up, giggling as one recognized him.<br/><br/>"Little Roz come to visit his second mama" She spoke with a giggle, the elderly Kyote having served as caregiver whenever his mother would venture to the Kyote campgrounds with him in tow. Her words made Raschen chuckle, a tad embarrassed.