She smiled a little as she said each of your names carefully, wanting to make sure she wouldn't mispronounce them. Seeing you and Pylia cover your noses though she realizes that you two wouldn't like the smell, and ushers you inside her hut. It was... Fairly small, considering kobolds. It was pretty much just one huge tent with a very small stone at the center with a stew boiling. She tossed a few herbs and oils into it causing a spark of smoke that filled the air with a somewhat more pleasant scent of hemp and butter, just like at the bigger stone house. She spoke quietly to Shortfang, who nods and looks to you. "Ah, mum says she no use to humies. Sorry not have more space. Also smell; she live here herself, away from kobolds, because tanning stinky work. And ah, says thanks again for fight trogs." Skinwalker nods and looks through some piles of junk, taking out box. Inside were more herbs and roots. She explained what these were to Shortfang who translated. "These medicine herb, Pylia! You make medicine with this. This one," Shortfang took out some wad of roots. "We need for Green Eyes. This make Green Eyes sleepy, easy to control if he angry. Make him eat, he goes dizzy, then can walk him back here!"

Pylia examined the root with interest. "I've never seen anything like this! And these ingredients... They're nothing I've seen before. But I'd be very interested in utilizing them, thank you." Pylia says respectfully. Then Skinwalker looked towards you and Buddy, makinjg a scooping motion towards her mouth. "Hungry?" Shortfang looked to you excitedly. "Mom make great ah, meatball soup! She actually already have soup right now, just need meatballs." Skinwalker nods and motions outside for Shortfang, who nods back and steps out. "Gunna get food! Have chat with mom!" After Shortfang leaves, Pylia looks nervously at you while Skinwalker seems a bit stiffer now. Like she was examining you both, as well as Buddy. Slowly, she spoke. 

"You... Very strange... Not from here." Taking a paddle made of bone she stirs the soup. "My son... Dreams much. Like father. Always dreams great things. Like father... Leave home, chase dreams. When young, he says ah... Become... Hero. Like Pun-Pun. Unite Kobold, and humans." She smiled softly almost as if she was looking at a child who was saying something silly. "But... Humans, and Kobolds, always fight. No peace." She looks sadly into the fire before looking back at you and Pylia. She seemed serious now. "Shortfang... Stupid. But good heart. So... Don't hurt, my son. Or... I walk, in your skin."