Plump

I felt surprisingly comfortable riding on the back of this chicken. Its body was soft, and its stride wasn't too bumpy either.

Smirking, I looked over at Bob.

"Chicken or not, at least I have a mount. I'll call him Plump," I said proudly.

"Hmph. Show off," Bob muttered with a pout.

Linus, still wiping tears from his eyes. This guy really laughed as much as he wanted. He finally composed himself. "So, what do you plan to do with this... beast?"

"With this mount, it'll be easier to chase those birds. If Cerdic has a horse, then we have Plump. Bob and I will ride him together," I declared confidently.

Linus raised a brow, glancing at Bob. "I don't want to be judgmental, but... are you sure it can carry both of you?"

I paused. He had a point. Plump could probably handle me, but both of us? That might be pushing it.

Bob stepped forward and, with a little hop, landed behind me on Plump's back.