Io frowned, 'Cockrals do not taste that nice' she noted stoicly. She would know, she cooked often enough and one time she had been tasked with roasting the loosing cockral. It was infamous around the pack from then on, not by her fault though. It had been laid on the consience of the then social leader. 'You would be best too just let them breed'. Io frowned, 'You should also find out which ones are the strongest, which is why we fought them. Breed the strongest cockrals with the best hens and you are gold'. Her words were burdened with wisdom, she knew what she was talking about. And though she was risking being told not to interfer with Leon's work, she was happy to inject what she knew.
Andrej hummed from atop one of the posts. 'Ah disagree' he said, almost purring. 'Ah would be 'appy to eat the cockrals'. He smiled at Leon deviously, attempting, as always, to irritate him. Io smacked the post gently, causing it to rock.
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