strange one.

4

10 hours later I've rested, bathed, and fed. Now, to gather the ooman loudte-kale and return to the elder.

I don't even bother to knock, and enter to her splayed out on the floor. Probably should've told her how to access the bedding...eh.

She lifts her head groggily and looks up at me from over her shoulder. I can tell she is deprived of nutrients, as well as medical care. We were getting ready to board mother ship.

"Get up. We leave." I growl, turning twoards the door. Looking back, I watch her stand, and I grab her good arm roughly, dragging her with me as I lead the way to the main hatch where the others waited with Kuuks body. (No, I don't think the specified predator has a name, so I'm giving him this one for the sake of a filler.)

We enter mother ship accordingly. Elders, newly blooded, fallen hunters, slaves. Except I'm the last one out, hauling a 5'4 female ooman, in barely any clothing, off of an ooman hunting ship. Questions were voiced, answers given, orders barked, and soon everyone stared the ooman loudte- kale down, some looked insulted, some wanted to hunt her, the young bloods seemed curious as they have yet to hunt a ooman. A young female young- blood, no longer called a pup, but not quite old enough to begin the hunting portion of her training come running over with her hunting comrads.

"Blooded Sülka, what is that, an ooman?!" She chirps excitedly.

"Go on. I have more important tasks right now." I snarl, jerking the females arm as I stormed off twoards the med bay.

I ignore the pained and frightened yelps and whines of the ooman lou-dte kale, and shove her into the primarive looking bay.

"KAH-LEESK!" I bellow, and seconds later a medic shows, a cross look on his face.

"I swear to Paya, I will break your mandables one day, Sülka." He snarls, before looking at the ooman.

"What is this?! Why you bring me this?! Why is it alive, the Pauk!?"

"Elders orders are to repair what's broken and assign a proper died for recovery." I state grumpily. He looks at me with a suspicious eye.

"You hunt this one?" He asks. I heave a sigh and rub my face.

"You hunt lou-dte kale ooman!?" He demands.

"I was only curious of-"

"Dammit, Sülka! You know no live trophies!" He snarls. "more work for me!"

"You no brain!" I sigh as he continues to complain in a simple language, which he does when he's angry.

"Just get on with it." I sigh, leaning against a mossy beam.

"You care?" He asks after a few deccas. Not looking away from what he was doing.

"Yes. Elders orders." I say, heaving a sigh. He hums and grows silent.

"Ooman is well behaved." He states as he approached her. "Most oomans run the moment we would be distracted. Yes, she remains."

"Elder believes she is yaoutja trained." I state.

"Hmm...perhaps. " he humms.

"You've heard of such thing!?" I ask, leaning off the beam and leaning onto the slab the ooman was on.

"I know OF a rouge whom has a history of claiming ooman lou-dte kales and training them to bait ooman males on hunts. " He states, and I look down at the lou-dte kale.

"No. I don't think she is."

"Hmm?"

"She is agressive with ooman males, as though she hates them. I watched her attack the males."

"Hmm..." He grows quiet for a cycle. "I know a male that has basically isolated himself from the clan, far enough away, whom was known for claiming ooman females in hunts, and rearing young oomans as hunting additions. Perhaps he knows of her."

"Perhaps..." I trail off in thought.

"There. She is done." He then turns to me. "High protein diet. Red meats. Starchy foods. (Yeah, I was gonna use the chemical equation, but I real quick changed my mind when I found it.)