I looked around to find no more than ten of the creatures. Their butcher shop was closed the moment their butcher cut his own arm. Everything was huge and open without confines. So I had to find a little hut here so I can tame this creature...and know more about it.
Meanwhile...what shall I name him? Or her...?
I didn't want to think much of it.
As I walked out, the hungry aliens thrice as tall as me moved out of my way. They whispered weirdly, in their alien language. I wouldn't bother to think of that. I flew with the little racoon like furry being tucked quietly in my arms.
My wings took me to the natural cliff of the mountain, outside their ring of...scrap eating beasts. It was quiet here. Peaceful.
But very, very dusty.
"Hey, little guy. Do you have any powers?" I asked. I wish I could find out myself. But my magic doesn't work on aliens.
