"My companion, Entity." Janelle said, smiling lightly, and deciding now to bow as she'd been taught; these males weren't so bad... Maybe she could get used to it. "He's the same species... Er... Sorta the same species as you. He's a feral. I saved his life when he was a cub, now he protects... Protected? Me. Now that I hear your voice up closer, that seems similar too. He talks through a rune in his collar... I guess that's really the extent of the similarities, to be honest. I'm sorry I drew on you earlier... That, and I must admit, I lied. I'm not carrying this blade for a friend... It's mine."
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Vernon stood and gathered a few pieces of wood on the ground, and, finding a cleared spot, ignited it. She started cutting pieces of the deer off and laying them on a flat rock she'd placed at the flame's edge. The smell of cooking meat soon filled the air, along with the faint sizzle of it.