just like a one winged duck

Pestilence was still a bit confused on what it was she should be doing here, especially an unranked nobody. Livestock duty? What the hell was livestock duty? And so she stood with her paws upon the fence looking out into the sea of sheep and sighed. There was only so much feeding and brushing and caretaking she could do before it was done, and nobody ever came to try and eat or steal them so she couldn't get a good battle in either. When Tyrian called for her it was a massive relief and she was quick in reply, pushing off the fence and rushing to her King. What would he need her for? A mission? A raid? A siege? Pestilence was hungry to prove herself.

She did not slow until she was nearly right up in his face, screeching to a halt and standing before him expectantly. "I'm ready! What's up?" Behind her her monkey ran along desperately trying to catch up, in his arms the pack he always carried that contained her battle claws and bracers - just in case.