The Duo Explore

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai nods, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"I think that'll work. You'll probably be more help than someone I know."</span> The orange-hued twin shoots a death-glare back at her sibling.

Temkaja snorts airily. She wouldn't resort to fighting. Dirty.

Nebai turns her head back around, smirking, as they walk. She then looks down at Qamu, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"So, how good are you at hunting?"</span> She wasn't being arrogant, the question was to find out what experience the niotie had, and if she had none or little, if she'd mind Nebai sharing her knowledge.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai nods, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>{I'll have to see how you are with small prey, but with larger prey the only true thing to memorize, is always be able to run faster than what you're attempting to catch.}</span> She grins, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>{If you can run faster, then you know that if they turn around and decide to chase, you can leave them in the dust. And if you can't run faster, then you've gotta have another plan, either an escape plan should the tables turn, or to hunt something smaller!}</span>

The orange-hued twin looks forward over the desert. One reason she didn't want to go there, in addition to the lack of sources of fresh water, were the animals. She didn't want to meet up with a sand tmuka any time soon.

<span style='color:#818391'>But I would.</span> Temkaja had been reading her twins' thoughts.

<span style='color:#E4BB69'>You'd just want me to catch it, and risk dying, so you can milk it for your poison needles.</span>

Temkaja grins, though since their more private conversations were on a 'frequency' not even the most skilled at telepathy could hear, it would appear she was grinning to herself - going quite looney.

Nebai looks down at Qamu, speaking aloud, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"What do you prefer to hunt?"</span> she glances back, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"I'll eat anything. But Temkaja won't eat it unless it's cooked."</span>

<span style='color:#818391'>"Cooked is healthy, I'll have you know."</span> Temkaja puts in.

Nebai smirks, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"She just can't stand the sight of raw meat."</span>

The twins chorus together, Nebai mocking, Temkaja being adamant, "Dirty."</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Temkaja shakes her head, <span style='color:#818391'>"If it's not cooked it's dripping, and it probably has a face. I refuse to eat something still staring at me."</span> she shudders. Nebai laughs.

Nebai then looks at Qamu, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"Don't worry about being small. You'll find a way around it. And you'll probably be better off for it, because you can hide where others can't, being far too big."</span>

Temkaja was still talking to herself, <span style='color:#818391'>"Ugh. Slimy, bloody meat. Pshaw. Can't imagine having to eat that. I'd eat insects before I'd eat raw meat."</span> a pause, <span style='color:#818391'>"Now, cooked, mmm, what a delight. Flamed, perfectly. Always well done.. sometimes very well done. A little crispy.. perfect."</span> she had her eyes closed as she walked, savoring the thought of her last good meal.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai chuckles at Qamu, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"Oh, you said it, alright.."</span>

Temkaja closes her eyes and raises her nose into the air, <span style='color:#818391'>"Well 'hmph' to the two of you!"</span> With her eyes closed and nose in the air, she misses a little dip in the ground, and with a paw snagged in a pothole, she stumbles.

Nebai turns to look at her twin, slightly concerned for her wellbeing, but Temkaja had already raced to her feet, and stares back with a 'what?' expression.

The orange-hued hunter smirks and turns back around, continuing the journey.

Temkaja pauses a moment before asking, <span style='color:#818391'>"So.. when do you think we'll be eating? I'm.. um.. a little hungry.."</span> her stomach growls as if on cue, and the lavender pendragon looks a little bashfull.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Temkaja nods, <span style='color:#818391'>"Yes, I'm fine thank you."</span> The thing that was injured most was her pride. But that would very quickly heal. Within the next five minutes, her faux pas would be forgotten completely.

<span style='color:#818391'>"So.. what're we going to hunt?"</span>

Nebai stops a moment, and looks around, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"Well, we can go back, and try for smaller game either on the plains or in the mountains, or go further into the desert and try an ohrayyin."</span> at her sisters dumb look, she explains, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"I saw them when I went scouting, before. They're not too far off."</span>

Nebai looks at Qamu, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"What do you think?"</span></font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai nods, she hadn't really thought of that. Well, she wouldn't mind; she was a hunter. But Temkaja would complain and probably scare all prey off for miles.

<span style='color:#E4BB69'>"I guess we go back. Because 'Kaja's hungry, and I doubt she'd let us wait for nightfall."</span>

Temkaja smirks.

Nebai continues, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>" 'Kaja, do you want to come hunt?"</span> She already knew the answer, but she figured she'd ask anyway.

<span style='color:#818391'>"Nooo thank you. I'll get the fire started."</span> Temkaja nods, turning around and setting off to pick up twigs. <span style='color:#818391'>"Bring home something tasty!"</span>

Nebai whispers to Qamu, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"Puh. I'll hunt her some stinky nyotas."</span>

<span style='color:#818391'>"I heard that!"</span>

Nebai smirks and shakes her head, smiling at Qamu, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>"Shall we?"</span> gesturing toward the more forested and decidedly greener area.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai continues walking, in vocal silence. But between arguing with Temkaja about how wet sticks didn't burn properly (and how 'Kaja thought they made the food taste better) she discusses their prospective prey with Qamu.

<span style='color:#E4BB69'>{What do you think we should bring back? Trinthil should be around here.. Some inth as well.}</span></font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai scans the grass for any sign of unnatural movement. By that, she meant caused by something than the evenly and gently coursing wind.

She nods her thanks to the young 'dragon, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>{Good, If you listen carefully, I think there's something just past that tree..}</span> she nods her head in that direction, <span style='color:#E4BB69'>{See it? It looks small, but would you rather my flushing it your way to capture and kill, or sneak around a flush it my way, and I'll take it down?}</span></font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>The silent huntress walks without making so much as a sound. She circles down wind, so she wouldn't be detected until it was too late.

Moving around into the trees, where she could to longer be seen, the orange-hued pendragon spots her prey. A young trinthil, leaving it's hole to an underground system, where it lived, and presumably, many others did, also, was what had been disturbing the bush.

With louds yells, barks, and much aggressive jaw-snapping, Nebai streaks out of her hiding place, and lands on top of the hole, preventing the creature from returning to it, in it's fear.

The trinthil runs hell-bent away from the much larger Nebai, out of the bushes, and directly towards Qamu.</font>

 

<font color='698AAB'>Nebai squats down, looking through the brush as Qamu captures and kills the little beast. She grins, watching the young one; and notes she was quite good at hunting.

<span style='color:#E4BB69'>{How many do you think we'll need?}</span> Nebai asks, as the solitary trinthil dies.</font>