And then another step. It was far from pleasant, but she had certainly marched with worse. That didn't stop the faint, shamed blush caused by needing the help from appearing, but there was nothing she could do about that.

"Yes, it is dead. The Long toothed giant cat. What will they dream up next?"

Dragons. She almost said dragons, but bit it back, not quite willing to think up the ideas for their captors.

"They control seasons and create monsters, and this is the best use it is put to. It is enough to make one despair for humanity."