Paws of chocolate slid over the earth, grateful for the first time that about having his livery stripped from him. It had clanked and clunked as he moved. No matter, he will find new armor and a new sword.
He paid no attention to the girl, he had even forgotten her name. It wasn't like he could ask it of her anyway, she wouldn't tell him.
A cheeping sound entered his ears then as he slid through the thick underbrush. His paws would whisper over the ground cover and sink into the patches of sand. A hen... with chicks. Marvelousss...
He did for one moment glance back. He saw her, dutifully staying where he placed her. Good. He turned back to his task and peered through the large leaves.
A clucking flock, a fighting cock, and several hens with chicks! He crouched down low and waited. His breath was even and controlled. A moment passed by and the flock grew complacent, another moment... another... the rooster came close, so close. Just close enough for him to... STRIKE. His jaws opened and crunched the neck of the rooster before he could even croak an alarm. Nothing stirred but a quick flutter of half-disturbed wings.
That was when he launched himself at the biggest tastiest hen of the crowd. Scattering the birds over the sands in every direction. His teeth are nearly on the bird's tailfeathers.
"Get it!" He barked at the slave, he was chasing the hen right toward her.
