A snort, a glimpse of humanity on Teren's dour face. "I didn't," she mutters, "I was outside the city conducting some business and the idiot beast started following me around. I couldn't get rid of him."
For all the farmer knows, his druffalo was stolen.
"I don't know what it is about me that seems nurturing, but going by the number of castoffs who've decided I'm their mother, there must be something." She pats Boots on the back of the head as he obliviously munches.