Around, Not Through

"This does not bode well." I said.

"What?" demanded Pale Ram, "What doesn't bode well?"

I sent a group invite, shared my Beast Sense.

"So there's only one." she said.

"Is only one." snickered a kobold.

"Health is orange." whispered another.

<You ignore the children.> Pale Ram sent. <They won't actually attack.>

<While I've never made a formal study, Kobolds don't tend to honor treaties if they sense power shift.>

<Dick. This isn't a power shift, it's one of their cubs.>

<Do you let your children wander far from the tribe?>

She shrugged. <If I had any. Let them go where they want; if get killed weren't clever enough to survive, anyway.>

<Bears are not like goblins...>

But then I was interrupted.

<We have enough food.> the cub sent. <There is no passage through our lands at this time. Go around, not through.>

Male.

"You may need to tell your troops not to attack." I said.