“She is with the human,” she continued. There was a resounding crack. Her hoof had pushed down hard onto the ancient table with increasing intensity ever since the dog had finished his statement, lessening only slightly as the stallion and mare on her right had brought initial news of her failure of an acolyte, hoping it’d lighten her mood. It had not. Uncounted years of magical concentration in her body had turn the hoof into a foci of energy in its own right, and as such, it was more than capable of punching through the table with the most minimal of force.