Rowna diplomatically stifled a yawn as the three Warlords continued their argument over tactics. She was only in the meeting to replace Barker, who had more important things to do than waste his time listening to the military argue.
It might have been a fascinating discussion, had she understood even a tenth of what the leaders were arguing over, but she was just a handler. She was there to tell them what the Kennels could and couldn’t do, how much the Wings would need to eat, how close you could get the Stable’s skittish mounts to water, basic things. Things that didn’t require much knowledge of humans or tactics, or warfare.
She’d flipped a coin with Pat, to see who’d replace Barker, and she was beginning to think her fellow handler had cheated.