Either way, the fact was simple.
What I have will not last at all. I needed more.
While they went off, I proceeded with my task, completing the first under a day.
I sewed the crocodile skin on the inside to keep it cool.
When they returned, the suns were already in the process of sinking behind the horizon. Both looked a bit dishevelled but no body parts were missing, at least.
"We have caught a murong," the girl reported in an eager tone.
I found they had secured the murong and stored it.
The girl went on to describe how they had captured it, using herself as bait while the boy delivered the killing blow.
Even if the boy was slight, he seemed to be quite powerful; at least he was not all big for nothing.
The girl seemed to be useful, relatively fast and efficient at being a bait.
She was utilized as bait in her former group, alright what a nitwit. She seemed to have genuinely liked that boy a lot.
