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Finally. He let the deer carcass drop to the ground, his sides heaving from exertion. He winced with every breath as the gash along his flank throbbed. Dragging the deer to here from where he'd found it had turned the skin around his injury red and angry, but he had compartmentalized the pain, at least until now. It actually really hurt when he wasn't distracted, and he hoped Nirali would have been back by now, although he wasn't surprised that she wasn't. She was never rude to him or anything, but he kind of got the impression that she'd rather be on her own most of the time. But, she had always come back, and he owed her his life, so he remained with her for as long she seemed to want him around. She didn't ask him questions about his past, and he didn't give her any resistance over where they went nor did he ever say anything about her frequent need for alone time, or whatever she did when she was gone. It was an easy set up, one that didn't require him to try and figure out his purpose in life; he was tired of searching for a place where he fit, only to come up short every time. He had pretty much decided that he didn't fit in anywhere. Which, whatever. At least this way, he didn't have to think about it much.

He glanced down at what would be their dinner tonight, smiling a little despite his discomfort. It had been a completely lucky find. He had found her injured and too weak to really run from him. He had ended her suffering and she would sustain them for a few days in return. 

The sound of steps made him turn, and he got to his feet with another wince. Trotting over, he dipped his head in greeting to Nirali and the stranger she introduced as her sister. Nice to meet you, he offered politely. Then he lifted his head in the direction of the carcass. I got dinner. he stated. There's plenty.