"Scourge of the crop fields, indeed," she snickered, propping a hand on her hip while giving him a good-natured smirk. Her demeanor was friendly and affable, but there was a sharp wisdom behind her bright, blue eyes that told she was no fool. She knew of Davian's reputation, as most folk around the village did. But Emmy herself had always been a wild and free-spirited creature, and propriety was not often high on her list of concerns.
She glanced down at Coby and Nell, and when both dogs had their eyes on her, she said simply, "Let's go!" Apparently, this was a phrase well known to them, as they both immediately began bounding in excited circles on their long legs. Emmy laughed lightly, holding out her hands with the palms flat, facing outward, in a "hold on now!" gesture, and the pair of hounds stopped, staring at her with perked ears and eager eyes. She pointed at the sky with one finger and said in a clear voice, "Birds." Coby gave a low chuff, and both he and Nell quickly put their noses to the ground and began snuffling their way towards the gate.
She cast a sidelong grin at Davian, and nodded her head towards the fields beyond the yard. "Shall we?"