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>"I've got nothing against squirrels. It's just a business you know? A necessity." The skin dried on the branches of a dead tree under the alien heat of the savage savannah world, Shishon took the shot and it had caught the girl in the small space between the back of her ear and her skull and had exited through the eye cavity. The lioness was proud.
>"Oh I know. They're don't have rights in this sector and these ones were specifically marked as vermins. Nothing wrong with it." The watamate stooped low and grabbed the leg of the skinned risuner girl, a rotting treerat wasn't uncommon and most of their kind didn't pay much mind to a dead body but a skinned body was enough to alert some to the presence of a hunter and he'd seen more than one hunt go empty because someone underestimated a treenigger. They'd accept a skinless body if that body was also missing some choicy parts of meat as well and while Watamaeru was more keen on the pelts than the meat, he new his companion had a growing taste for it. He cut off a finger and tossed it to the waiting lioness who took it generously with a smile, he kept tossing her fingers and then thumbs until the dead squirrel had none left to give except for toes, which even Shishon was loathe to try.
>He cut off the breast meat and carved out two nice rumps of meat from the ass then peeled off whatever seemed like it would make for good jerky while Shishon started a fire and they began to cook. The smell wasn't bad at all and as the grease of melting fat began to run down the roasting flesh, they began to quip.
>"In some galaxies, I hear all meat is for sale. Even sheep." She said, sucking the meat from a finger bone."
>"In some galaxies, once you past 40, they shoot you." He said, turning the little piece of ass he'd cut away over so it could roast a little more where it needed.
>"In some galaxies, if you call someone old. You'll die young." She tossed the finger away and began working on some of the forearm.
>"You hear that treenigger? Respect your elders." He took a stick and swatted at the severed head of the treerat as it blackened in the epicenter of their bonfire, the lioness cackled.
"She must've been a little brat, naughty treerats get skinning correction!" They both laughed then and Shishon took the femur and wacked the head with it, the skull crumpled in onto itself and a going pasted boiled forth as brains bubbled up and out of her split skull and they laughed even more. They only ate the brains of their last kill before leaving, some cultural thing from the lioness that the watamate didn't mind, squirrel brains was like squirrel toes in that it was an accquired taste. They laughed a little longer and ate a little more before taking the pelt and scattering the bones about. They'd slip somewhere else and not risk any pink haired scavengers, the night was warm and inviting and this trip was looking to be fruitful. There were men who lived on moons that would pay alot for some of these pelts and most didn't mind where they came from. The sheep and the lion would have a fruitful hunt indeed and a feast for five nights more and over a dozen pelts to bring to the market by the time they were done.
