When in Doubt, We Cull

Sericea felt a surge of confidence as Zagan pressed his shoulder reassuringly against hers, his solid presence bolstering her resolve. She took a deep breath, squaring her narrow shoulders as she rose to her paws. "Right. Let's do this," she said with a determined nod, her acidic green eyes glinting with a newfound sense of purpose.

She followed Zagan down the mountainside, picking her way carefully over the jagged rocks and gnarled tree roots. Sericea's movements were graceful and deliberate, her paws barely making a sound as she stalked through the pine forest. She kept her body low to the ground, her fluffy red fur blending in with the russet-hued undergrowth.

As they approached the herd, Sericea's focus narrowed to the sickly ewe. She could smell the stench of illness wafting from the animal, a foul miasma that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, coiled like springs ready to release. At Zagan's command, Sericea darted forward, her lithe body a crimson blur as she wove through the startled sheep. She singled out the ailing ewe with laser-like precision, herding it away from the rest of the flock with a series of quick, calculated movements. The ewe bleated weakly in protest, its rheumy eyes wide with fear as Sericea nudged it away, feeling the pulse of anxiety racing through her own veins. The other sheep scattered in confusion, their hooves thundering against the obsidian soil as they fled from the encroaching threat. Sericea paused for a brief moment, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and dread. She peered back at Zagan, seeking his reassurance.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"