They both hum, not a hundred percent convinced. But willing to let it slide..for now.

"If ya say so.." Aal murmurs softly rubbing one of their little's back as she picked them up and rocked a little. "Good. " 'Aye." There's a murmured almost in unison chorus of agreement. They had one too many friends who had the bad habit of rushing/running into trouble and danger. Though granted it was sometimes necessary or on accident. It was the times that it was not that grated on them.

Both of their ears were up and furred, one of Aal's was wiggling in scanning concern. She made a low uncertain canine like sound in the back of her thoart.