The fella over there with the hella good hair

“None,” she confirmed, though she turned her head to look out into the trees as though unsettled, revealing her true unease. “They are sheep, they will not challenge me.” Sheep that were rebelling against their shepherd, of course, but only with snark and big talk. None of them were taking action except perhaps Cara, but Ptarmigan thought she'd already dealt with that particular problem.

At length, she stood up, motioning for Andrus to accompany here. “Let's see if we can flush out any ewes,” she said with a snicker, referring specifically to the wolves of Ouroboros and their passive Betas. The mercenary followed, obedient as ever, and when she turned to him, she was met with his trademark flavourless expression. She grinned broadly at him, then began to lead the way (slowly) toward the territory's heart, where she hoped they might find some native to pester.