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It had been a long day of travel as Hiamovi had once again scavenged herbs. Now back beneath the trees pleasant shade he also seems to have some meat from a kill nearby, food saved for later on or perhaps prepared for someone. Grasping the stone with his fangs he begins grinding a root in the stone bowl to make a pulp, sitting up on his haunches.
Despite continuing this work his mind was elsewhere, hoping to see the sweetheart Chozi once more. The nap they'd had was so nice, it had given him heart to be nuzzled back and even as the pulp is done he continues to mush it, lost in thought over her. Would she come by again?