The Queen raised her eyebrows in surprise before she laughed with musical quality. "Ah, of course. Forgive me."

Her clawed fingernails tapped against the hard shell of the creature's back, each tap sounding like nails against a sheet of metal. "This is a Zergling," she said, her eyes falling down upon her spawn. "They are the smallest creature in my brood, and usually hunt in packs. Bringing one here was a task, but it appears it can be done."

She glances up then, chuckling darkly again. "But one will be plenty for this house at the moment. I don't need to fight an entire war here."