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Lord father. What were these guys' problems? Were they really that insecure, that they had to step on the women in their lives in order to feel like they were important? Bridget tried to imagine her father pulling that kind of shit on her mother and bit back a laugh. Oh god, he'd have had a faceful of teeth to contend with.

Because that's my job. Well, that's the official answer. I'm a medic, so it comes with the territory, but I also just enjoy doing it. Bridget gave her a quick once-over for any lurking injuries or harms while she spoke. It didn't appear like there was anything physically wrong with her outside of exhaustion and starvation, both of which were serious enough on their own. She'd need to eat slowly and regain her strength some before she could really learn anything new.

If you didn't hunt, what did you do? Bridget was genuinely curious. Before any response could come, though, Caracal was back with a rabbit. Ah, perfect! Something smaller would sate her without, hopefully, making her too sick. She could build up to bigger things.

Absolutely. Thanks! She pushed it towards Sarnai. Take your time. Try and eat it slowly.

She'd find out more about Caracal in a moment here - he was making himself quite the useful assistant, and Bridget had sussed out by now exactly what pack he came from. Interesting to meet another young Redhawk! And extremely encouraging that this one wasn't immediately up her ass about something.