"Puff.... Death, puff"
Tigerlore was on the edge of a very steep cliff which was his breaking point.
For a full week he had listened to the small creature he guarded repeat it's name, complain about the service, the decor, the food, himself, it's feet. It never was quiet, always had a problem with something or another, and even when he was away from it he could still hear it's squeaky, irritating voice.
If the council decided that they wouldn't be needing it for their plans, he would most certainly find a use for the little pompom, live bait being at the top of his list.
"How is our little leader?" Graylord asked, seemingly appearing out of the stone wall of the dimly lit hallway.
"Oh" Tiger started as he snapped back into reality, "Fine sir"
"Good to hear, I owe a great amount of thanks to you Tiger"
"No need sir, I do this for the cause"
Graylord nodded, a smile cracking at the corners of his beak, "Yes, of course. But I understand the task was not as easy as previously thought"
"If I may sir, no. It has been one of the most nerve testing assignments of my career"
"Well, it will be over soon enough, next moon. Ella will be arriving here tomorrow with her group--"
"Ella who?" Puff interrupted from the other side of the door, having gone silent during the conversation.