Boartusk Heights aquí estoy, tierra de muerte

Ew, EW! She shouted, her dappled nose wrinkling and teeth baring with warning at the stranger wandering far too close to home for comfort. 

She looked absolutely hideous, with fur matted and missing, skin and bones, yet it was her scent alone which was even worse and Paloma couldn't bare to stand it. The Handmaiden kept her distance, though barked out to their guard in command. 

Inmundicia! Ella esta enferma! ¡sácala! They had the safety of the crown to think of, including those little babies!