Are you familiar with plainstriders? Useless animals. Can't fly. Gamey. Brain the size of my knuckle. Too dim to get out of the way of a moving cart. I've broken more axles thanks to their thick skulls... Sometimes I think the quilboar intentionally frighten flocks of them into the path of our caravans just prior to an ambush.
Make me proud, <class>. Cut a swath through those filthy birds to keep the roads free, and bring me their beaks as proof.