"Tahlia Diboon, is making her way to the front procession, leading a small pack of grunts. We are all sufficiently armored, and will advance upon the enemy!"
This was many of the monologues that surfaced in the mind of the lowly grunt. Although her speech was not as adequate as one might hope, it did serve her to at least think in a way that would befit her clan. On a day like today however, it was best to keep low and make like a duckling behind a more superior leader. Unfortunately the most awkward entrance that befit a Jackal, was promptly exposed to the higher up's. Sneering with contempt and a shredded giggle, Tahlia watched the bugger make fancy words at those who should be respected. Her own form was hidden by a wall, and thankfully it wasn't occupied by anyone else at the moment. She didn't stay long to watch what would happen, but instead went off to find someone who would be able to give her orders. Marching somewhat raggedly to a different set of halls, Tahlia saluted the one's in charge.
"Me ready for mission!" She squeaked as her ethanol hissed comparatively.