i dare not go, for if i do, my mother will say...

The boy, more leg than anything else at this point, in the middle of an awkward growth spurt, didn't bother too much about keeping quiet under the cover of the rain and the night. In fact, he happily bounded from puddle to puddle as they crossed the borders, doing his best to muddy Cal's coat in the process.

Dad mentioned something about chickens and the vanguard were under attack, so the soaked boy continued his bounding wander forward, what did chickens even look like? And why did they need them alive? His mind wandered back to the birds Jael had been keeping in the pool. Did they look kinda like that? (How boring)