Some "fine dining"

Yes, the thrill of hunting is what I really wanted. But it does also feel nice to do something good for strangers.

"Hey there, my, uh, wife?" Henry says when he finds me yet again. I was able to catch a larger animal this time. The nose is pointy and it has longish ears that are also pointy. Its fur is red, white, and gray. It is soft and fluffy with black paws. Its eyes are weird to me since they are circular and a grayish brown with small pupils. And to me it kind of even looks cute. The expression on his face is priceless. "Yikes, how did you get that?"

"Oh, you know, my lucky spear. And don't call me ‘wife.’"

"Sorry, honey."

"Haha. I guess it's my fault for saying we were married."

"Why didn't you just tell the truth?"

"I don't want you to think that I lie all the time, alright? I just don't like telling people that my family hates me and I didn't want to tell people you don’t have a family."

"Okay, so you did it for something good. I'm not mad at you or anything. I completely trust you. And I like that you can be my pretend wife."

"Want to be my next victim?"

"Getting tired of me already, Love?"

"Yup, getting there."

When we get back, the man cooks us our red furry friend. We let him have half of it and eat all the rest. Eating meat again isn’t fun. I need the food, but eating something I just killed isn’t setting well. It could also be the fact that I’ve gone years without eating flesh, so that upsets my stomach. And I can’t keep it in my stomach for long. After a few bites of it, I get up, run a ways away, and puke it all up, leaving my stomach empty.

“Are you alright?” Henry rushes to me and sets his hand on my back. After I am all through, I stand up and shake his hand off me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

We walk back to our spot and I hand him the rest of my food.

“No, you can finish it when you feel better. You just emptied your stomach.”

“I don’t think it will ever stay in my stomach.”

“Why’s that?”

“My body is rejecting meat because I’m a vegetarian.”

“Oh. That’s going to be a problem.”

“I agree. But I’ll figure out a way to deal with it. So take the meat before I puke my guts out, literally.”

We stay up late talking, talking about nothing in particular. And it doesn't feel so late. We watch as fires go out and silence consumes each campsite. The quieter it gets around us, the quieter we whisper. Soon I am dozing off as he speaks, then I just fall asleep under the tree.

The End

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