"Go on, ask me another question. I'm rather enjoying this game." He cocked an eyebrow at her and, although he was certain it was pointless, he said, " " The herbalist brayed with laughter, and some of the werecats opened their mouths in what appeared to be toothy smiles. However, Shadowhunter seemed displeased, for she dug her claws into Eragon's legs, making him wince. "Well," said Angela, still laughing, "if you have answers, that's as good a story as any. Let's see...Several years ago, when I was traveling along the edge of Du Weldenvarden, way out to the west, miles and miles from any city, town, or village, I happened upon Grimrr. At the time, he was only the leader of a small tribe of werecats, and he still had full use of both his paws. Anyway, I found him toying with a fledgling robin that had fallen out of its nest in a nearby tree. I wouldn't have minded if he had just killed the bird and eaten it--that's what cats are supposed to do, after all--but he was torturing the poor thing: pulling on its wings; nibbling its tail; letting it hop away, then knocking it over." Angela wrinkled her nose with distaste. "I him that he ought to stop, but he only growled and ignored me." She fixed Eragon with a stern gaze. "I don't it when people ignore me. So, I took the bird away from him, and I wiggled my fingers and cast a spell, and for the next week, whenever he opened his mouth, he chirped like a songbird." "He ?" Angela nodded, beaming with suppressed mirth. "I've never laughed so hard in my life. None of the other werecats would go anywhere near him for the whole week." "No wonder he hates you." "What of it? If you don't make a few enemies every now and then, you're a coward--or worse. Besides, it was worth it to see his reaction. Oh, he was angry!" Shadowhunter uttered a soft warning growl and tightened her claws again. Grimacing, Eragon said, "Maybe it would be best to change the subject?" "Mmm." Before he could suggest a new topic, a loud scream rang out from somewhere in the middle of the camp. The cry echoed three times over the rows of tents before fading into silence. Eragon looked at Angela, and she at him, and then they both began to laugh."