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[Gerbil]

Milo's went silent and lay limp, he let go and looked at her, "Nice, shall we bring them back?"

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

"Sure," she replied, lapping up the impala's blood.

 

[Gerbil]

Milo dragged his back and plopped it on the ground.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Adayna woke up and stretched. "Ahhh."

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Once at their little camp area, Dhahabu began to tear the impala into pieces, opening it up by the ribs and taking a huge bite of its tender, aromatic flesh.

 

[Gerbil]

"We brought back lunch, Dha and I. Dig in, still fresh and flyless!"

 

[DuckyGurl]

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"Sure!" Adayna said, standing up and eating delicate bites.

 

[Gerbil]

Milo finished stripping a leg of impala and lay down in the shade once more.
Drying blood splattered his legs and mane, his shining eyes wary as he overlooked the plains. He had more the look of a wild animal now, shedding his carefree and lazy ways as the future dawned on him.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Adayna finished another leg, and quickly licked herself clean. Her beautiful golden pelt shone beautifully in the sun.

 

[Gerbil]

"Now what? We have blood in camp. Is it right to call it a camp? Either way we're drawing in hyenas and the like"