ask and you shall receive

The moment Ultyr overtook her she skidded to a stop. Her ears pinned and she tucked her tail. Shit he was going to be pissed. Her mouth was open in a small pant as she put her eyes on the sand. She ducked herself low to the ground at the sound of Ultyr hitting the waves.

As he passed her again she leaned away from him and got as low as she could. Only the pain she expected didn't come. The confusion she felt played on her face. Though his next words had her slinking up to where he wanted her. "Come. Strip it of feathers, and eat your fill." and the flopping of the rooster in her face had her stopping. Her ears pressed and more confusion. He wanted to feed her? This wasn't some ploy? A cruel trick to get her beat?

Regardless she knew better than to not do as she was told. She placed her paw on it and began pulling feathers from the chest of the bird, working to pull them all from the bird. "After we eat, you'll be leading me to the mainland. To Abbadon." her ears pressed further back at the mention of her task.

Hopefully lord Abbadon would forgive her and understand that she had little choice in leading his master to him. She glanced at the feathers, a thought in her mind. Perhaps Ultyr would let her keep some for crafting jewelry or maybe even a pillow or two... she couldn't ask though so it was useless to try.

As soon as she had a spot plucked she moved to the wing as she used her tongue to try to displace the feathers that were getting stuck in her maw. She'd have to remind herself one day she hated the taste of feathers. She had no idea how he expected her to lead him to Abbadon. She wasn't trained to track, wasn't trained to do much except follow orders. Her best gift had been taken from her the day she had been captured, and Aryn refused to let her have any books as it was "ridiculous to think a slave could learn". And she hadn't seen a map since before she'd been captured. Oh how she missed them.

"Things I Hear"