Do you know what happens when chickens cross roads?

Gil would not miss Modesty's warning growl. In a way, he's humored by her actions, but also impressed that she's moving into her position of power so easily. He doesn't look when she marks her territory, moving on his way toward the chickens to give her time to do her business. More power to her to put her scent all over Ethne's territory. And there isn't any pause when Jael speaks up. Gil knows she's hovering near him both as protection and because she's not entirely comfortable with Mod yet. It makes him want to chuckle, but he keeps it to himself for now.

Though a draw of concern crosses his expression, he doesn't let himself falter. He doesn't want Jael tangling with a damn rooster, but he had to pick his battles. If the girl wanted that short straw, that was her own death wish. And he felt that even more so as they entered the chicken coop. Trying to help Modesty corral some of the hens, his own frustration mounted. "Stupid birds," he growls under his breath, brow furrowing as he steps back and watches the erratic birds flutter around the coop.

His eyes brighten at Modesty's suggestion. "I say we try it," he agrees easily because dammit, he's no herder either and he didn't want to let Jael gather them all up herself. Snatching the basket from the corner, he heads out the coop door and lowers the basket down in front of the entry. "Ok, scare 'em this way," Gil says to Mod, knowing she would enjoy it most getting to snap and clack at the chicken's heels.

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