...It smells like a much gamier chicken, truth be told.
[Chiron walks into Mordred's little camp carefully, his bag of supplies swung over his back and his hair a little bit more messy than usual. There's leaves and twigs in it, suggesting a recent fight with some thick forest.
Moreover, there's no mistaking that he's been getting around the place on all four hooves, rather than the COST provided transport.]
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[Chiron walks into Mordred's little camp carefully, his bag of supplies swung over his back and his hair a little bit more messy than usual. There's leaves and twigs in it, suggesting a recent fight with some thick forest.
Moreover, there's no mistaking that he's been getting around the place on all four hooves, rather than the COST provided transport.]