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"Find food?" He was questioning again as the other said that he had been hunting. That was something that Imacai couldn't do himself but he knew how to acquire food in the least. While he wasn't in touch with his hunting side he did know how to scavenge in the very least. It was the best that he could do. Then again he had never really had to hunt before. Not when he could trade for, or just steal, what it was that he wanted in the area of Barbados. Then in Eterne he could always count on wolves handing over their food to him. He never had to learn how to hunt when there were other ways to acquire food.
While it was normal canine behavior it was noticed that most had slipped away from such simple things. Just a single scent answered so many questions that would others have to be asked. But it seemed this pup still remembered the old way of things. Scents were exchanged before Imacai stood up once more. "Imacai." He gave his name in the simplest form possible. He had yet to transition into the speech patterns of this area yet. It wasn't that he was uneducated as his simple speech might suggest. He simply altered his patterns to mimic the area that he was in. So for now it showed that he was still new to the area. He had been in Barbados for a couple or so months before he was able to make himself seem to fit in there. He would just have to do it here as well.
The man tilted his head back to glanced up at the sky, clearly looking for something in particular. Finally spotting a black bird he pointed to it. "Food." He started to where he had seen the bird and motioned for the child to follow as well. Imacai had learned to spot his follow scavengers in order to be able to find a quick meal. He knew that bird would lead him to something to eat. Though for the trip to find food he took out a couple of small stems of sugarcane, handing one over to the child while he stuck the other into his mouth to chew and suck on.
He headed to the area where the raven had landed and shooed away the birds that had gathered at the carcass of the rabbit to peck at it. Proudly he pointed down at the remains and spoke. "Food." There was still enough meat left on the bones to make for a small snack. Sure, it might not be a whole lot but he had found food with very little effort on his part. That had to count for something at least. He knew what to look for to find food. Sometimes there was more left than other times but his method allowed him to find something in the very least. And with this find the pup didn't have to worry about it running away from him.
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