Clarisse la Rue mutters under her breath as she hauls the raw meat from the freezer. There's nothing she detests more than its stench. She used to force first year campers into the job, but ever since Chris and her started dating, that habit ended. She'd rather do five hundred pushups under the scorching sun than do this. But alas, she doesn't get the option and ends up with the chore of feeding Peleus.

She uses a clothing pin to prevent the stench from penetrating into her nostrils and begins her journey towards Half-Blood Hill.

Peleus always knows when lunch is coming. She's still a good half mile away when Peleus begins flapping his wings in anticipation and wagging his tail excitedly. His golden scales glint splendidly against the summer sun, almost blinding her when she looks directly in his direction.

By the time she arrives at the top, the dragon bows its head to her level and allows her to pet it.

"For a dragon, you sure are cute." She notes with a huff and a tender smile.

Clarisse grabs a handful (wearing gloves of course) of the meat and tosses it into the air, and the dragon gracefully catches it in his mouth. She continues this until the buckets are empty.

She grins smugly at a job well done-but that smile quickly melts away when Peleus let's out a fierce screech.

What now?

Clarisse snaps her back and drops the buckets.

Peleus points his snout out towards the legion marching towards the camp, there must be five hundred of them at least. What's worse? They have an elephant. An actual elephant.

His wings extend to their full extent, he strains so hard against the chain binding him that Clarisse fears he might pull out the pine tree, roots and all.

She doesn't feel fear, nor rage. Not even disbelief.

What does she feel?

Complete and utter exasperation.

She growls what she always growls when something bad happens.

"What the hell did Prissy do this time?"