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The blood was unmistakable. An Achnemes slaver, his tail twitched in intrigue. Archnemes and Judila, linked together in a battle to end the ages it seemed. He could unite them, take the judilan princess home, and have her people finally concede defeat. Archnemes would win in the end, unless his father remained at the head.

The girl was not eating. She was rummaging in her sack for something. Maybe she was settling in for a drawing session while she ate, making notes about the land. Marking the territories, but that's now what he had told her to do.

Maybe she was writing about what she thought had happened.... He huffed, disgruntled she wasn't eating. She wasn't showing any signs of having a fertile womb as yet and he was determined to try again soon. He needed her to eat. She must still be too skinny. He loomed over her shoulder to notice her marks. They didn't make sense to him. They were;t words, or pictures, just tally marks. She was counting something.

"If that's how many meals I've given you so far I can hope you'll eat this one before I'm disappointed." He grumbled. The wind bit into his fur again, It would be even colder in a few more weeks.
"Put this in your satchel and eat. Then write me what you think happened." He said offering her the tuft of fur to place in her bag.

Then he went and carved into the goat. Skinning it swiftly and shoving the appropriate organ meats to ensure her fertility. He didn't know much about fertility, just enough to know where babies come from and how they're made. Anything beyond that is all conjecture.