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... as he eyeballed what looked like a flock? A herd? Some grouping of creatures that closely resembled ostriches. "Could’ve hunted for food." However, he wasn’t certain how edible they were.
"We have Ronan," I offered, grinning despite the exhaustion gnawing at me. "Remember the deer?"
Nythera winced at the memory of not too long ago, when they last contemplated hunting for food. "You mean–" she trailed off, the haunting gaze of that poor creature’s last moments burnt into her mind ...
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