It was getting on towards evening and Rose was tired from having to clean most of the compound again. She'd just finished pulling the pheasant from the oven and was looking for one of her masters to inform that the evening meal was going to be ready soon. Her tiny padded paws sounding loud in her ears. She could hear a clattering in the courtyard and her right ear locked in on the sound, shifting and realigning as she walked through the rooms. She'd been ordered to wear minimal clothing today and so she found herself with just her anklets and bracelets and a cooking apron on right now. Nudity wasn't an issue for the FennMink she didn't see much of a reason why furs got worked up on what clothing they wore or didn't. She just found that in the shop the clothing kept her fur from being burnt and so she wore long sleeves and gloves and pants and shoes.<br/><br/>She spun around the corner and paused as she caught sight of the two gladiators fighting. She'd been tossed around just two days prior by the Alpha Gator. She winced and rubbed her butt at the memory. She was a lot lighter than the others and so the blows had probably not needed to be as hard as they had been. The idea was that she'd get better at dodging but she didn't understand why she had to get in close. She'd rather hit and run away. She was faster than the others. Sure she couldn't out last them in the running they did but Rose was a sprinter and a scamperer. She didn't need to have endurance if she got there first.<br/><br/>Picking up a pail of water she proceeded towards the two of them, waiting to catch their attention she stood impatiently by. Finally when she thought she saw her Alpha look at her she smiled. "The pheasant is ready, Alpha." Rose's first master had imparted on her how important it was for the Alpha to enjoy the food and so no one could be allowed to eat it until they'd signed off on it. Not that long ago it had been Onyx that'd been her Alpha. She'd never inquired why the dragon had pledged her service to the gator. It wasn't her place to ask her betters questions. She let out a tiny sigh. She hoped that didn't show. She'd once been such a promising inventor and that explosion wasn't her fault. The fact that she'd been consigned into slavery wasn't fair in her mind. But she'd been through a dozen or so masters and honestly Onyx and Celeste were as good as she was likely to get.<br/><br/>She got to work in the lab more often than she had at the masters prior to Onyx and she wasn't expected to fight constantly. Sure they made her clean and cook and see to their equipment but that was a small price to pay for the chance to tinker. Her tail slowly wagging at the latest thoughts for weapons she had. Some sort of ice launcher could be very useful. A way to put down a slick sheet of frozen liquid could trip up the opponent. Her mismatched eyes closed and her tail started wagging faster as she started thinking of the ways this could be used.