"So that's where she went", Jamie sighed, and Carla placed her hands on her hips. "After disappearing on us. . . Going all the way over to where Lady Elliot resides? You really scared us, Rosa."
"You've got that right. And you know what? She even lied, claiming that she had friends waiting for her up there."
"That's not good Carla."
"Well, she admitted that she was lying, and I gave her a good scolding."
"I hope you weren't too harsh on her."
"You have to be a bit harsh with kids! You can't have them growing up all soft!"
I'm centuries old. Yet I was being treated like a child.
"Like I said, I wasn't too harsh. I didn't have to anyways, since she apologized with every finger wag she received."
I looked up in slight annoyance, and she sent me a look. She then smirked when I looked away.
Unfortunately. . . I didn't kill Carla. That emotion withheld me from doing it.
Empathy.
Because of that, I had to apologize over and over, and allowed myself to be dragged back to camp. I now sat between the two boisterous werewolves them, watching the strange 'rations' that they were so eager to give to me. I frowned at the look of it, and scrunched my nose at the smell.
They called it. . . broth.
A few strange blocks of. . . stuff?. . . with a few pieces of. . . meat. . . All suspended in a strange liquid. I moved the spoon around, hoping that they didn't notice that I wasn't eating anything.
Not that I could eat the food anyways.
Vulcans only ate humanoid flesh, nothing else. That was what we were made to do. To us, eating human food was like a human eating the food of their livestock.
At least, that was what our Queen told us.
I made another face as the scent of the broth hit my nose. It wasn't a disgusting smell, it was just. . . odd. . . and made my stomach twist in an odd way. I decided to ignore the food, and looked around me. I was unfortunately in the middle of Jamie's pack, surrounded by tents and werewolves. The children were all huddled around a large flame, and ate their food hungrily. I watched their tender limbs move as they stuffed their cheeks. My stomach growled.
I was surrounded by food (werewolves).
"Anyways", Carla suddenly turned to me, and gave me a huge grin. "It must be weird, being picked up by a random pack and staying with us like this. You must think that we're weirdos or something."
"Yes."
". . . I still have to get used to your bluntness", she kept grinning, taking a spoonful of her meal. "It's something that our pack always do. Whenever wolves are in need of assistance, we help, no matter what. We did get tricked and screwed over from criminals in the past, but that was on rare occasions."
"It's obvious. . . that that'll happen. It's. . . bound to happen again."
To be precise, it's already happened.
"Haha! I agree. . . but we're a strong pack, so most criminals are deterred from trying to fake being in need of assistance. Those that still do, don't really get away with it."
She took a another spoonful, then looked up at Jamie, who sat silently, deep in thought. She poked his sides, and he slowly turned to her. She began speaking about something unrelated to our previous conversation, so I ignored the couple and looked around at the people surrounding me.
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