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Ulilohi nodded; their animals were core to their system, a live food storage for whenever they had problems making kills, of if they had an abrupt increase in members. That, and it didn't hurt to have some fresh food for feasts and ceremonial events. The fresher it was, the better. She never could understand those that preferred their meat cooked, although she could appreciate the taste of a ceremonially offered deer tongue: she was used to the taste, and it carried significance for her. Memories of important events affected how she perceived the taste, probably.
She observed the conversation unfold between the other two, nodding excitedly as each stated interest and willingness to aid. Ulilohi was not very able with any kind of tool aside for tools of war, and was hesitant to offer her assistance (she was like to be more of a burden than a help, except for really mundane tasks). Still, she could see the project's usefulness with ease, and was glad that Claudius offered his help. Simcha would likely prove useful in the construction work as well: he was a kind of handyman in Ulilohi's eyes. "What a great project Io," she said, in earnest.
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