A scout returning his boots full of Yello.
Milord we followed them to the west of our lands. Their tracks were obscured though due to a massive of yello having been thrown on the road. Our scout divisions are still working on cleaning the mess up to get through. But unless a miracle happens the trail will become cold and the Cookies will be lost.
He shook his head, there had to be a solution. Then the idea came to him and he nodded.
Send a message to the Dragon, and Griffin lairs. Have them saddle our aerial war regiments. We are taking off. If we can't take the culprit by land, we will do it by sea.
And send word to the warlady what way they were heading. She might want to take the spearhead of the action in reclaiming her cookies.
The messenger saluted. A bit daunted to come close to the warlady in her current mood. But orders were orders he guessed what could be the worst that could happen.
As he entered the Warlady's quarters with the message and the information for her.