Message-Comb to the Winter Queen

Your Majesty, Please accept delivery of your new army. As I hoped, I was able to rectify some issues with your troops' anatomy through judicious craftwork. Your new soldiers will be loyal to you unto death. They will self-replicate when they have eaten enough meat... and to them, everything is meat! I hope that these creatures have fully justified our two-year agreement. But I must confess that although these new troops will no doubt destroy your enemies, they are rather hideous to behold. I have a new idea for a creature. It will be less grotesque, yet far more powerful! I need two more years, and some of your most expendable dog-beasts. Please let me know quickly, for our original two-year time period ends soon. Your humble servant, - Dalvos the Creator