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This update is going to be a long one, but I'm out of time to write for today. I apologise for that, I'm going to post what I have so far, which stops before the point where you guys get another vote. I'll hopefully be able to write out the actual option in the next day or so.
>Go spend time with the singular sibling who ran off yesterday. They seem to be running around and jumping on things that you can't see.
You're curious about this sibling, who met your father the previous day and didn't share all of what they learnt. Now, they seem to be playing about in the dirt. You approach and observe for a moment, before sending out a mental probe to catch their attention.
'What are you doing?' you convey, as they stomp about in the dirt. They send an image right back, of the tiny moving object captured in their mind's eye. It's a round, fat thing, but is a little smaller than a single one of your claws. You crawl closer and see the same thing being battered between your sibling's forelimbs. They smack it around and slam the pads of their feet down on it, but the creature continues to get up and move after.
This thing is alive! It's a living thing, much like you, mother, and your siblings. However, you feel the urge to strike it— an urge echoed by your sibling. Their tendrils slowly uncurl as they try to wrap them around the tiny beast. However, they lack the fine motor control needed to pick up such a small object. Their thoughts are echoing with what they saw yesterday, of the great appendages bursting from the earth to slay a far larger creature. Your sibling shares a little more with you, finally allowing you to grasp why they're so intent on smashing this thing.
Food! Meat! The delicious substance that mother spits out comes from these creatures. After father felled the creature, he had given your sibling the smallest of bites beforehand. You feel a twinge of jealousy. You could have had it too, had you followed. But now, your sibling is hungry for more, and the idea that they can just claim their own food at any time is highly attractive to them. You watch them bat at the rounded, many-legged thing once again, but to no avail. They can't seem to smash it to death, or even strangle it with those vines.
The both of you puzzle it out for a moment. You feel a slight competitive spirit, and the urge to push your sibling away and claim this one for yourself, but your desire to maintain a good relationship with them wins out in the end. Eventually, you spot another one of those things in the dirt. With the youngest of the clutch still in sight, you begin hunting your own target.
