Sunspire Mountains bad girls do it well

It was Zombie's turn to look at the male with bewilderment, her electric green eyes narrowing as she attempted to sort out his words. What he told her was almost more perplexing than the riddles about monsters; that, at least, sounded like something she could follow. She was little more than skin and bones. Perhaps he thought that Hawkeye was attempting to be covert, by sending such an unlikely warden to collect the male, but Zombie knew that the plateau's leader was not nearly so clever. "Why would they send me after you?" she countered, her tone nothing but sincere shock. "I don't even know who you are."

With sleep becoming less and less likely, the yearling rose to her feet. Her posture was low and slouching, as was usual for the gray-and-rust female—as if she carried the burdens of the entire world upon her shoulders. "Besides," she continued, "I came here because I can't actually stand any of them."