She muttered a discontented sound in response to the mention of the Gods, shaking her head. No one could convince her "The Gods" were benevolent or deserving of any level of worship. Her life and too many things she'd ever seen just seemed like the cruel jokes of sociopathic children. Still, the mention of food kept her moving, and it seemed all of her was in agreement there.

"Mammoth? Whats mammoth?" she asked, body weaving as she walked, legs working together in a surprisingly smooth manner, long talons leaning long, deep impressions in the ground as they dragged the great bulk of her body along. "Also, I apologize ahead of time, but talking to a legitimate dragon is...like wow. Because you guys don't give low-bellies the time of day. Back home anyways."