sleepless nights

Thankfully the other boy knew where the raccoon had ran off to and Grimshaw was quick and eager to follow. Although it was the boys raccoon to hunt, in case he needed help for any reason he would tag along. With glowing animals, fungi, and crystals, as well as strange fireflies always looming around Grimshaw didn't want to think about what else could be out there. So it was simple. He would tag along just in case.

When he was asked what he wanted to do in regards to tracking and hunting the raccoon, Grimshaw was a bit surprised. The raccoon wasn't his hunt, so why should he decide? "We're only here because you want the raccoon, so you decide. I'll happily take those glowing coyotes off your paws." He offered, wondering if stringing up their carcasses would keep other glowing coyotes away like it worked for the non-glowing canines.

Whatever he wanted to do, Grimshaw was perfectly happy doing. Want him to help, sure. Want him to keep watch? Why not? Don't need him anymore, so he can go back and skin get those coyotes back to the Armada? Fine by him. The longer he thought about the coyotes, and what would be inside of them, the more curious he got. He was careful to keep the one he killed from bleeding, wanting the surprise later when he can focus on it entirely. Having two was even better, giving him the chance to check for any differences amongst them. He had already realized the coyotes had different blue markings, so would they have different colored organs from each other, too? What about the flesh? There were so many questions he wanted answered, but he didn't want to ask anyone to find out... he wanted to figure it out himself. It would be more fun that way, and maybe if someone else had different notes, later he and whoever could compare them and see what was different between them.

After a few moments, Grimshaw realized that he was lost in thought and looked back to the purple and grey boy. Had they said something?
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"Speech."