Jail Bird Rock

永程

There wasn't much else Yong Cheng could do but follow, lest he should risk himself any 'accidental' mishaps that could arise from disobedience. He pattered after Sirius, doing his best to take in the sights and be a good little drone. It struck him how sandy the place was; grass grew thick at the water's edge, but sparser the further it was from the pool -- what he supposed was the Oasis itself. His mouth grew dry at the thought of yet more clean water; but when Sirius turned away, Yong Cheng did too, and the thirst to drink disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Yong Cheng noted the swaying trees as they passed by them. They were tall, much taller than both he and Sirius, and their trunks stretched like long legs into the sky. The trunks were ringed by ridges, thin strips of protruding bark. At the top of the trees were leaves split down to the vein, fronds shifting in the wind.

Then, Sirius directed his attention to a pile of meat. It was quite literally a pile of meat. Yong Cheng hadn't seen anything quite like that before. A bloody pile of meat in more ways than one.

His stomach rumbled.

Yong Cheng was about to smile peevishly, until Sirius spoke. He couldn't quite believe his own ears. Yong Cheng wondered if he had spent too long at the Shrine and if his ears were therefore now plugged with ash. Slaves were allowed to eat? (That was silly; of course they were. But he had expected to be doing the hunting himself, or lunging for scraps.)

"Yes. Yes please."

He was still in disbelief. Erring on the side of caution, it was better to let Sirius dictate for now, and then when he was more attuned with pack life, get into things himself.

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