Alpaca Punch

*Resin* · 02-22-2021, 09:04 AM

The minuscule man assured her that he was well enough for the task and she nodded, accepting his word. If it became too much, she trusted that he would tell her so. Since he was ready, she wasted no time. Sota took one side and she took the other. The ash and onyx fae kept her pace leisurely, though it was just enough to press the herd into action. Resin spared them glances here and there, but she didn't want the long necked beasts to feel any sense of danger from the wolves as they pushed them along.

There were so many things that they could do with these creatures. They could be eaten, of course. They could also be traded between packs. She imagined that they could find a way to shear off their thick pelts and utilize that some way. Perhaps they could make thick, plush cushions for sleeping on. Castle floors were cold, especially in the winter. She was brought back to a memory of Iolaire crafting a raised platform bed when she was in the Armada. Maybe someone with nimble paws in the pack might recreate such a thing. If they were able, she would give them the task of creating one for each member before winter struck.

A few of the alpacas began to stray on her side and Resin altered her speed somewhat, pulling ahead and making sure that they saw her. The creatures drifted right back into line without much effort. The castle loomed up ahead. They had but a short distance to go. The awaiting field was large. Ample enough space for the small herd, she thought. Resin and Sota need only push them through the wide opening and close up the hole behind them. Easy, she hoped, unless one or more balked at the last second.

"Speech"

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