The unicorns snuggled, shaded by dense leaves and hidden by thick trunks and bushes. One snored, but the rest were all far too asleep to notice or care.
Nearby some hunters tracked, trying to find them, "Shall we just deploy the maiden?"
On the hunting cart, a little girl braided the beard of her patient guard.
"What if she doesn't find any?"
"Then we'll deploy... the costume."
"Must we?"
"It's her birthday and I won't disappoint her."