[i]Suspension of Disbelief[/i], the words drew her attention, and she looked at Roger with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She had never heard of the Suspension being lifted on entire towns before. In fact, the idea filled her with wonder, and for a moment she fantasized about transforming on the marketsquare, no need to hide... But he was right. If something like that were to happen, a move would be necessary. Moving was such a hassle, and after arriving, it would take far too long before they could relax like they could in this town. People were wary of newcomers, especially newcomers that needed to hunt.
Still, there was no need, nor was there the possibility to keep their tribe from hunting where they were right now.

Ireane studied his face closer, trying to assess his mood before answering. From what she saw, he did seem slightly agitated, but a certain carefulness still dictated his actions. Content with her studies, she turned away from him. Instead, she seemingly absentmindedly started tracing the relief on the fountain with her long nails. 
[i]"Apprehensiveness is a priced trait amongst those that stalk the night..."[/i]
Her fingers had found a part of the decoration that was shaped like a flower. She gave a quick look at Roger again as her nails followed the lines of each petal, clearing out some moss on their way.
[i]"However, a hunt is what we need; the tribe is restless like you, and few can control themselves. Within last sunrise and fall I have had to break up two fights..."[/i]
She hissed softly between her teeth as she thought about them. The young ones, she called them, but only because 'cubs' would give them an excuse for their behavior. One of them had even sctratched her arm, and she wouldn't quickly forgive him that. They had looked considerably worse themselves however. Strange, how little this tribe seemed to care about keeping themselves unharmed, seeing as hardly half of them could heal their wounds.