Do you know what happens when chickens cross roads?

Modesty held her place while Gilgamesh moved to hold the basket. Her attention was broken by the high-pitched yelp that came from Jael and she bristled once more. As if it wasn't enough the members maimed her fucking children now the rooster was maiming Jael. The angry red mark was evident across her muzzle. Why did they need a rooster anyway? It didn't reduce her desire to just eat them all.

With the smaller woman in position though, she felt better placed to drive the chickens towards the basket, slapping her paws towards those with fluffier legs to drive them flapping away from the ones that would suit them best according to Jael. One or two probably still ended up in the basket but once they were home, they could separate those ones out with the airlock door in the chicken pen (and eat them). Modesty decided in this moment, that chickens were very stupid, and she didn't like them as much as she liked little shaggy cows.

“Speech.”