Life is better with a book

The buildings on the island interested him. It was just close enough to swim to, he wondered what collections of things and trash he could find. He had led a few looting parties to several two-leg places back in the homelands. There was no end to the things they could find.

He noticed she had also looked toward the island. Was that where Abaddon would be? Did she believe he would be there? He had not given up his task to find Abaddon. Hopefully, the girl had not either. But perhaps she would be less keen to find Abaddon now that he had shown her what her new diety could do for her pleasure.

Upon landing on the island, he scoped out the dangers. Broken glass... he could smell snake... large cats... pigs.. chickens... Snake would be a good hide to trade, snake skin was a prize among his people. If he could find a good-sized specimen he could skin it and possibly buy himself another slave, or trade for information about the packs here.

He didn't let her wander too far until he noticed she gravitated to a book and his own interest was piqued. He watched her for a few moments as she settled into perusing the pages. Her little tail started to wag a mile a minute and that was when he walked over and stood over her to look at the book over her head. His paws were on either side of her body.

He brought up one of his giant mits to stroke her cheek. She liked books. Perhaps she could read? Or was it the pictures she liked? The bag next to her was small enough for her frame to carry it and the supplies. The strap was too long though.

He was a benevolent god, and he delighted in seeing his devotees pleased. He grabbed the bag and looped it over her body where it would fit her. He tied a knot in the strap so that it wouldn't drag on the ground. He did all this while keeping her between his legs and he loomed over her. There. She would be all set. He brought his nose down to her ear and inhaled her intoxicating scent, pressing his nose into the space behind her ear. Then he froze as he heard telltale thump on the ground behind them.

That was when he saw the great python slowly making its way from an opening in the roof and its way toward them.

He grinned and began turning toward the giant living rope. Its hide was a beautiful golden color. It froze, its tongue lashing out every few moments as it tasted the air.