"If only we could get closer...""Spicy Chica is a perfect name." Aella affirmed with a soft laugh, attempting to reach more of the chickens and failing. "Well, you just have to be patient. Wait for them to come to you instead of tricking them," she looked at him with a slight smile. "They probably don't like to be tricked."
Ciro's eyes were wandering before he could stop them.
And there it was.
The gate to the pen. Only held shut by a lockless latch.
"Just how dead do you think I'd be if I went in there?"