Do you know what happens when chickens cross roads?

He stands at the ready, waiting for the go ahead from the two women. As he does, he looks at the chickens. Some fluffy, some sleek, some slimmer than others. There's a variety, but they also seem... off. Were their eyes a bit dull? A lack of shine where fear should be taking ahold of them. He thinks to mention it, but holds off. Whatever was wrong with these chickens would surely get better once they were in some sunshine, right?

Once the door is opened, he holds steady the basket that will hold quite a few hens, but not enough for them to take all of them. They wouldn't need all of the chickens anyway. With the one rooster coming with them, surely they'd be able to breed some and produce their own. They would need to anyway if they wanted to keep the flock alive and well down down the road. As each chicken fluttered and flapped their way into the confines of the trap, Gil made sure to keep an eye on the two wolves. Jael already had a scratch across her muzzle and if another chicken dared attack her, he wasn't against shedding a little blood right here and now.

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