Warmth and Sunshine

The fortune teller needed bones? As far as Saren knew fortune tellers just looked and somebody and knew, why did this one need bones? It seemed that all he was getting from the snake was questions, questions were good and all but he liked to be certain sometimes.

“Ok.” Saren would say before he headed off to look for some prey. He figured something like a rabbit or a small bird would be fine, it didn’t need to be big. It was also winter and that meant prey wasn’t as likely to be around compared to the spring.

Thoughts about weather patterns and the prey-predator balance plagued Saren’s mind as he went off on the hunt. He came back 10-15 minutes later carrying a dead medium-sized bird. How he got it wasn’t the thing that mattered, it was the fact that he had it now. Placing it on the ground before the snake Saren backed up a little. “I’m not sure why you need bones, but here they are.”