Mary snoozed in the large barrel. Most of the days had been spent like this, curled up and asleep during the day and then active at night, she'd burnt through the meagre supplies she'd taken within the first two days, after that she had slipped the top of the barrel off in the middle of the night and quietly refreshed her supplies from those within the cart. It had been tricky at first, but once she learned the routine of the Hellguard it was relatively easy for her to slip out whilst Junkins was on watch and stretch her legs.<br/><br/>Feathers had been surprisingly quiet, apparently happy to just sit in her lap during the day and be fed at night.