Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 3 - Loss

The concept of "pet" is a really complicated thing for a Space Marine. None as if in the hundreds of years he has not even imagined having one, much less that they would become someone so close to him.

Unable to understand what was going through his mind, Kanan simply looked at him as an annoyance. A clumsy nuisance that gets busy with anything and doesn't stop jumping from one dangerous situation to another. Whether it be other squigs or some dangerous ravine, it seemed that the strange white creature was destined simply to die of its own stupidity. Still, the ork had shown him some empathy. He didn't know how to express affection, so he just called it that.

At least the little abomination was already able to catch some smaller vermin to feed on for him. "White," as Kanan used to call him, seemed to be able to survive on his own. At least the ex-Marine could carry on with the clear conscience that they would not abandon him without being sure that he could survive without his help.

A few moderately quiet days passed. Quiet as dangerous greenskin forests and constant squig attacks can allow. Blanco was increasingly capable of capturing larger prey and that was already confirming to Kanan that it was time to leave the creature behind.

It was a silent night, where the creaking of the wood that fed the fire was the only thing that disturbed the tranquility. That and Kanan's stomach. That day there were not many prey to hunt, and his voracious appetite seemed endless. He at least knew he wasn't going to die for it, so he wasn't particularly alarmed.

He was alone, since Blanco had left a few hours ago, safe to hunt and eat something. How envious Kanan felt of not being able to have the night vision that the white vermin possessed, or else he would not have to stop every night to set up camp. The darkness was something that scared even the bravest, because you can't defend yourself from what you can't see.

Kanan thought that perhaps this was better. He trusted that Blanco had finally realized his freedom and was gone forever. He had never taken so long, so he had no other reason to think otherwise. But for some reason, he couldn't fall asleep.

A strange noise alerted him. What kind of monster would now come out of the darkness to end his life. With some time he was able to sharpen a long stick which they now used as a makeshift spear and javelin. Kind of rustic, but better than using her knuckles and claws on him. The light from the fire revealed a strange silhouette approaching, one that moved erratically and trembling. Kanan brought his spear forward, ready to finish off the enemy once he bared his sharp fangs in the light of the fire. He gripped the stick tightly, the muscles in his feet tensing ready to pounce, taking a deep breath to control his restlessness, but the reflection of a familiar white back told him it wasn't a threat.

Blanco approached slowly, his body hunched over and on his back, in his face he was dragging the corpse of a squig even bigger than him. Did he kill that beast alone? How strong was that albino-skinned being really? At least that reassured Kanan and made him confident that he would survive this dangerous jungle.

Blanco dragged the corpse to Kanan's side, then calmly set it close to him and stepped to the side. The ork looked with confused eyes, trying to figure out what was going through the pale being's mind. Although the answer was quite obvious.

Kanan: What are you up to, little vermin?

Blanco only pushed the corpse a couple of times towards him.

Kanan: Are you... offering me your hunt?

This time Blanco gave a little grunt. A "yes" maybe. The ork could not understand such an interaction. Squigs are supposed to be brainless beasts that go on the attack without thinking about the consequences. However, the white beast that was now looking at him with those black eyes seemed to be having some kind of communication with him. Did Blanco have any iota of intelligence? Kanan found it unlikely, but the proof was right at his feet.