ᴀɴᴀʟᴏɢᴏᴜs.
He recognized the signs by now; he gazed at the former beast, distinctive features slowly oozing together, makeshift fur soon matted in an unrecognizable pile of sloppy innards and distorted fluids as the pet's low, guttural moans ceased, leaving no other sound than that of a quiet sizzle. The last of it's life apparent with the final popping of the boils rounding its form (toxins percolated through the creature where it now rested, taking the life of the vegetation in the area with it) attempting to save itself, to survive. Another failure.
❛ᴏʜʜʜʜ...❜
He'd have to start from scratch--every part of it useless by now, nothing more than a meal for his future Ammobiums--he'd have to collect again. A tedious job, and thankfully he still had some parts leftover in the containers he carried in the bag he held. But he couldn't deny that he was attached to them, that he even loved them. At this point in time he made no attempts to wipe away the tears pooling in his eyes before trickling down his face. Was it painful for them? He never kept more than two of them and the newly-born survivor left unfazed beside Kiel, unknowing that this too would be it's own fate in two weeks time. Someday, he hoped to expand their lifespans.
After he gathered samples for himself, enough time passed where he could retrieve the leftover mush of what once was in a parcel for his pet. They didn't require much nutrition and they often snacked on a plethora of different things such as grass, leaves, carcasses, whatever they could get their teeth on. This, however, was better for them, and did seem to be the only thing deemed worthy enough to prolong their lives if not a few days longer. There's a trick to it he hasn't figure out yet.
Before he could analyze the differences in this body with the prior the creature nestled next to him's attitude changed, the way it took a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his dismissal so it may hunt. At least, that's how it's body language suggested to him. He quickly shoved the items in his bag as he gave it the sign to go--a click of his tongue.
It didn't take long for them to locate the prey, as they silently crept beneath the trees. However, he felt a spark of interest inside him once he analyzed the two figures. He shot a glance towards his Ammobium to call it off, and it respected it, just in case they noticed either of them. There was something interesting about them, different from others he's encountered thus far (whatever that something was, was enough for him to want to know more about them.) Slow, ragged breaths came from his pet, no longer ready to attack but still on defense, if not for it's master's safety. That's mostly what they were made for, after all. In their 'genetic' makeup.
Without much hesitance on his part, he approached them (though still keeping mild of distance between them, his pet staying near him, only three steps ahead.)
❛ʜᴇʟʟᴏᴏᴏ, ʜᴏᴡ's ɪᴛ...❜
Wrapping his hands carefully around the handle of one of the juju's he carried at his waist--a shrunken head, handed down to him from the dearly departed--and pulled it up, shaking it to bring more of the attention to it.
❛ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ?❜
Break the ice.
