Pounding the gears
It had been an accident. The day had been hot and his venture too far. He thirsted more than he hungered and the fruit was far too tempting. It didn't look bad. The pear was still a pear just mushy, but he was young, dumb, and bold. What could have gone wrong? Several soggy pears later and he learned a valuable lesson. All things were excellent in moderation.
He watched as the man's face turned sour and he shook his head as he pushed himself to his paws."Have you ever had too much of a painkiller herb? That sweet numbness that makes you forget?" He shrugged as he looked back out over the herds, "Fermented fruit has a similar effect," the Red Man's words trailed off as he leaned forward a little more. His eyes narrowed, ears swirling forward as he became hyper-focused for a moment. If the stranger near him said anything, he might not have heard more than mumbles.
"If you are offering, there is a lame doe just outside the thicket of trees. An old, metal thing just to her left." He didn't know what a truck was, but the remains of a rusted heap of metal, all fabric stripped away and plastic baked into something unrecognizable were nearly cloaked in untrimmed grasses. "She has just the slightest limp to her back right leg, a stiffness in the knee." The rubies that sat in his skull shifted to the other man. "Do you run, or do you strike?" He asked as he formulated a plan. "Let the darkness sleep"
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