Chicken (Sparrow) and Pesto

As awesome and cool as Fireside was, Pesto could do without the goat smell. At this rate she'd need to enlist Pasketti to craft her some sort of covering for her nose, at least until she was promoted out of the basic commoner rank. Tyrian may have been young but he definitely understood how to drive a wolf out from laziness and get them striving higher - Pestilence couldn't imagine sleeping with the livestock for any longer then necessary. The scent might never leave her coat.

A bark sounded and her head turned away from the herd in confusion. Approaching was a member of the pack she'd not quite met yet, one who was perhaps an age similar to her own. Pesto's expression shifted, her knitted brows relaxing as she offered her a friendly smile. "Hey there, can I help you with something?" "Please" Pesto thought. "Give me a reason to stop watching the goats."