Imri's gut instinct was to tense up and adopt the most dramatic, disgusted,
terrified scowl he could possibly muster. If Zira hadn't let go so quickly he would have shoved her off, but as it stood he settled with scuttling as far away as he could while still remaining on the scene. Goddess this was getting out of hand. Why was she so touchy?!
"...The ground stays wet...and cold...er...under trees like that...." He mumbled.
"It's better for them." Maybe they were found other places; maybe the others were bigger and more plentiful, but these were what Imri could find. Still, it didn't seem to matter to her. He suspected he could have found one with a third eye and she wouldn't have known the difference.
"I don't think so."