Girls vs Boys

Pestilence collected the herbs greedily, a wicked smile upon her maw. This would be perfect, she couldn't wait to see her mother's warlord splashed with pink. Suddenly this trip out to meet Sirius' sister wasn't as big of a waste as she originally thought, and as the woman spoke further she listened intently. She still didn't quite understand. "I'm a princess." The pup insisted firmly. "I'll have people to do the thinking for me, like Sirius has you and Zee." The concept of balance went in one ear and out the other, and she latched onto the idea that as long as she had smart help that she didn't need to be anything but strong. "I want to be a warlord like him, and he's made it this far without brains." Potentially an insult, though Pestilence didn't think of it as one. She tilted her head at the explained story, further confused. "Why does Sirius need to hunt at all? Does the Armada not have people for that, too? Aunt Lucretia and her dog hunt for us most of the time." It hadn't occurred to the pup that said 'dog' was more to her aunt then a mere companion.