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[They were on land again. Rowan had been slowly going insane out of inactivity and the feeling of being locked up in an unnatural plastic cage separated from both his people and the hisil, and he took the first opportunity to leave his new plastic prison.

It was a desert, but he didn't even care. He could feel the spirit world again, though it felt alien and impossible to access. For now, that it was there was enough for him to feel the collected tension disappear by at least seventy-five percent.

Another ten percent disappeared when he shifted into his wolf form and opened his senses beyond what he had been able to sense before. If he had been able to cry, he would have. Instead, he started to explore this new world.

Hours later, he returns to the shadows of the ship, dragging a half-eaten carcass of a deer-sized lizard. Reptile was far from his favorite, but the hunt more than made up for the peculiar alien flavor of the creature. He lays in the sand for a few minutes to recover, enjoying the shade from the spaceship. Then he stretches and shifts back to human, clad only in a pair of pants and quite a bit of blood.

Relief makes him careless; he doesn't think of the scars and tattoos on his body, or how it would look to sit next to a dead animal, licking blood from his fingers or reaching over for another bite from his prey.]

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[Mari lay where she was for a little while longer before getting up and padding to the door of the ship. The smell of blood and death always attracted scavengers. Even if he did get rid of it, the blood would still be there.]

GET RID OF IT, [she yelled at him from the ship's door. Stupid.]

Fuck off! [he called back, still patiently dismembering the lizard. It was not a very complicated animal to dismember, with the claws, and he nearly had the piles of what to keep and what to bury complete.]

[Mari gives him the finger from her position safe in the ship and yells one more time:] GET. RID. OF. IT.

[A nudge to her knee tells her she's not alone; her cat has found her again. He weaves in and out of her legs as she stares sourly at the scene outside.] Hey, soft kitty. [She can't call him by name.] Look at the moron. Look. It's a moron. [The cat hooks his claws in her jeans and bounds up. She gives him support and help as he climbs up to her shoulder.

Shielding her eyes to glare at Rowan again, she shouts:] AND BRING BACK SOME MEAT.

[He ignores her this time and focus on his work. He is nearly done when she calls for meat, which makes him roll his eyes.] I'll have to get another one to get meat. I've already eaten everything off this one, [He calls back to her, and tosses over a foot, complete with a set of claws, to the entrance of the ship] You'll have to make do with that for now.

[He begins to dig a hole in the sand for the offal, which is made easier with his claws. If he could, he'd shift entirely to get it done faster ... but it was risk enough with her sitting so close by.]

[Oh god, she thought to herself, freezing in place. Augh. Oh god. Mari hesitates as her cat jumps down to investigate. She jumps up and down on the spot as her cat sniffs the foot, then decides the heat outside isn't worth going nearer and moves back inside.

Oh god. Time to get rid of it.

With a roar that grows louder as she grows closer, Mari runs to it then kicks it with all the power in her leg behind it. It sails into the air. She lets out another "AUGH", jumping up and down on one foot, shaking the foot that had actually made impact. Disgusting.]

So ungrateful. [Everything was organized. Rowan stepped back further into the shadows of the ship and allowed his claws to return to human hands, and then knelt down by where the remains he was going to keep, with some adjustment, were placed.

He couldn't step through the Gauntlet, although he could feel it pressing on him. However, he could still pull from the wolf half of his soul. It felt like seeing after being blind.

His essence went through him and into the carcass in front of him, wrapping around the bones and into the skin, decaying it at an unnatural speed. It dripped off the bones and into the sand, leaving them dry and as if they had been sitting out in the sun for days.

With a sigh for walking back into blindness voluntarily, Rowan picked up the bones carefully, kicked sand over where the remains of the flesh were, and walked inside.]

I'm done now.

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