Wanderlust

[Laruku Tears]

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Hunting. It was something he had always done mechanically. Since the summer of the drought so long ago, finding food had just been a matter of routine -- a practiced path that he would repeat over and over again until something landed between his jaws. They were patterns he could lose himself in and events he would quickly forget about afterwards. With so many more relevant things disappearing so quickly from his short-term memory, something as physically essential and emotionally unimportant as eating fell away easily from his mind. They hunted when his body told him to and that was it. Their ancestors had utilized the numbers in packs to take down larger prey, but he doubted that Clouded Tears had ever done so successfully or even attempted that many times.



Maybe it shouldn't have been, but it was strange to be invited to hunt.



Okay, he found himself answering. Back home (there was no home anymore), his diet had been almost exclusively rabbit. They were easy prey and very plentiful -- why try harder than you had to? But a rabbit obviously was not enough to share and he assumed that Umbra must have something else in mind if he wanted help. I've seen small groups of deer pass by in the last few days, Laruku informed the other, pulling information out of a space in his head he hadn't remembered existed. He spoke like a human's computer almost, emotionless and mechanical. There're also rabbits and small streams with fish.

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