My Ooman, My pup

Healing and venting

Warmth?

Yes! He can feel the warmth from a familar scent, the scent of burning trees.
There was also another scent, a scent that filled his lungs and stomach.
The smell of fresh cooked meat and...rot?

Ra'kar fluttered his eyes as the smell hit his senses like a punch in the gut.
He looked over to the gleaming light of a camp fire.
Meat was roasting on a skewered and a large pot, boiling in the middle of the fire.
Ra'kar's stomach growled for the juicy, tender meat to give him strength amd fill his belly.
But that horried stench once again filled the air, he knew that gagging, sickening smell any where! It was-
"Ready for your brouth, son?"

Ra'kar looked over to see Light-stepper stirring the concoction slowly as he added red and purple roots from their home planet.
"The alcan root just needs a few good stirs and soon it will be ready for you."
Ra'kar groaned on what's to come more than his deep wounds from his battle.
"Father, please! Anything but the brouth. I rather stick my head in a servants nest!"
Light-stepper chuckled at the reaction as he continued to stir the brew.

The brouth was a healing brew that is made with natural roots, salts, meats and even crushed up xenomorph skull.
The brew's healing effects were stronger than any medicine invented by the human hand. The brouth makes the healing process faster, it's a great pain relief and it heals the body's inside more than the out.
It was easy to make, easy ingredants to gather and you could make it and carry it on a hunt in case of emergencies.
There was only one flaw to the brouth and  that was, it tasted...disgusting!

Light-stepper poured the brouth into a wooden bowl, he brought the meat along with him also.
He placed everything next to his son and leather sack filled with fresh, clean water.
"Oh don't be such a pup and drink your brouth and then I'll give you a sweet stick."
Ra'kar pouthed as he folded his arms, proving he was not going to eat the brouth.

"Nice try father, but that old trick won't work on me anymore."
Light-stepper chuckled deeper at his son's childish reaction as he walked back to his bag of supplies.
"80 years old and you still act like a suckled pup but if your going to act that way then-"
Light-stepper pulled a handful of sugar canes and bites into one, filling the cave with a satisfying crunch.
"I guess your not male enough to take your brouth."

Ra'kar eyed at the sugar canes and looked down at the brouth.
He gulped, knowimg what's to come as he chugged down the brouth in one go.
The taste was vile, it was like rotten fish mixed with sand, a hint of garlic in it.
Pleased with the results, Light-stepper passed the sugar canes to Ra'kar and watched him munch them down like a rabid dog.
The taste needed to go! the taste needed to vanish from his mouth was all the young warrior could think of.
"Better, son?"

"Yes, father...the pain is easing quickly."
Light-stepper nodded with approval, he sat near the fire and started eating the cooked meat.
"I contacted our clan, they will collect us tomorrow night."
Ra'kat lifted himself up from the fur bed Light-stepper made in confusion, he needed to know why so long for the pick up?
"I'm afraid a bad blood ship was detected close to ours. They are keeping low for safety until our enemy has past."
Light-stepper fiddled with the fire to keep it alit.
"If we didn't have our females and pups on board we could of ambushed them."

The last sentenced hit Ra'kar's heart, looked away after hearing that, he gripped the fur in anger and trembled to keep it in.
Light-stepper noticed the body language of the hunter, he knew the pain too well and couldn't let Ra'kar deal with it alone.
He went over to his son, patted his shoulder to comfort him and rests his forehead onto Ra'kar's.
"I am here my son, Let Paya hear your sorrow."

Ra'kar closed his eyes as he trembled of emotions flowing through every vein in his body.
He snarled as he tried to hold it back but he couldn't. He let a loud, quivering, sorrowful roar that echoed through the caves, the cliffs, the trees and towards the stars.
He grieved for his mate that he never got the chance to say good-bye too, he grieved for never seeing or hold his still born pup and finally letting out years of torment by his father's aggression.
It was all Ra'kar could bare... after emotionally draining himself Ra'kar closed his eyes once again to rest.

Light-stepper sighed as leapt up the cave walls and sat near a small opening to guard their camp.
They had plenty of supplies and water, so they will be safe until their clan arrives but something was tugging onto his instincts.
Something was going to happen but what is it?

"Mighty Paya, why is my son suffering this fate? He deserves to be a father and have a loving mate, he's a true Yautja. Or is this my punishment for not being the father he deserves?"
Light-stepper lowers his head in shame as he rubbed his stump that was wrapped in a Ooman symbol cloth.
"I know I begged for him to live but please Paya...give my son a future he deserves."

With that moment Light-stepper heard a sound in the distance... a sound of distress.