"I fear this country is done for our kind." The vampiress looks around the other occupants of the tavern room, a glass of scotch gripped in her hand. It's not her favourite thing to drink, but it's a distant second. "I've managed to eke out a decent life for myself as a hunter since I turned, but things have been getting harsher since my children's birth. Technology is progressing in tandem with the humans' ability to harm us. It's on a matter of time before every household in the kingdom has a sidearm that can put an end to us."
Her mother laughs. "I'm fairly sure the colonists speak English, honey. Not sure about any natives there might be."
While they discuss possible linguistic difficulties, Tabby talks to Janet.
"So, what are you? You don't smell wolfy or birdy."
"We're really quite rare. And," she leans down to whisper, vampire-quiet, "It's hard for us to have babies."
Nope. "I suppose we'll find out."
"Ahem. Everyone, I think we should move on before we manage to attract attention for standing in the woods."
The party moves on and disperses.
Terry is very insistent on visiting the ship they're going to use, seeing if it's seaworthy. An extra bribe to the smugglers is enough to secure this permission, but he asks Winona to follow along. "You know these... People... Better than me."
"Of course not. We'll need to help each other along the way after all. I'll try not to spoil them rotten in four hours."
"And so bad-smelling, sometimes. Do you think you two would want to learn a wolf game?"
The wolf game involves scent tracking a small rock that Rilah hides and trying to carry a ball across the forest in changed form, fighting each other for it if necessary. Rilah rules that the vampires can team up, having smaller changed forms.
"This'll be fun! I don't get to play it much at all."