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Lily starts tapping at another nut, this time for herself, while Colche drinks from the fresh one. As the crack widens a bit she calms down so she doesn't have to focus as much, and she looks up from her work when Colche questions her.

"Hm? I'm opening a coconut," she answers slowly, not sure she understood what she'd asked. She looks at Colche's blue eyes, the spots around her face and the fuzzy ears.. she looks so happy, despite everything that happened, and Lily finds that mildly comforting.

Lily sets the coconut down when Colche comes over and gives her a hug, hugging back. She sighs and tries to argue, "I'm not sad-" What was she feeling? More nervous and afraid. But she's startled out of her thoughts by a more evident callous around the cheetah girl's wrist as Colche tries to comfort her. She looks from the arm to Colche's face.

"Wha-?" she hesitates and waits for Colche to continue uninterupted. Then she tries to make sense of what Colche said- she'd been rescued, from an unsafe, dark and hurtful place with bad men. Her eyes widen when she figures that much out, not needing details to realize that Colche is happier and well off here.

"Y-you're OK being turned into an animal?" She asks, "You're still happy? Still .. you?" Her voice wavered a bit, but her questions covered all of her concerns- her conscious in particular is eased to find that Colche likes it here.

Lily smiles meekly when Colche tells her that she is happy, her explanation clear enough to make her feel much better. If Colche can be happy and unafraid, then it should be all right. She forgets about the money she's cost the labs, how they were angry enough to drop her into a duplex while she was asleep, and how the others on the Island may not feel the same as Colche does.

"Good," she murmurs after Colche tells her they'll always be themselves with a very sincere voice. Aside from the facts Colche had gotten her away from a murderous pig and pointed out food, she has the experience of the changes and the innocent nature that gives the impression she'd never lie- Lily can believe what Colche tells her.

"Thank you, Colche," she says, giving her another hug.

Lily sits quietly for a moment after Colche crawls off to go to sleep and whispers, "Good night." She looks back to the coconut she'd set aside, and only stares at it for a little while. She finally picks it and the rock back up to get it open so she can also have something to eat.

Antony slept, but not as hard as usual. Jamal's grunts woke her and after a few dazed blinks towards the ocean, the tattooed woman pushed herself up into a sitting position. Rubbing her hands over her face before pushing her glasses back on, she turned her gaze over to the black man complaining.

He looked like s**t, and then some.

"Jamal," she said softly before handing him a bottle of water, freshly filled from after her nap the night before, "You okay?"

A frown fell on her features as she continued to watch Jamal, and a wave of guilt fell on her before she moved to stand, stretching somewhat. She glanced towards the jungle before returning her gaze to his form on the sand.

"I'm going to check the trap," she murmured quietly, "And then I'll try and help you." Not that she was a doctor or anything, but she didn't want him getting sicker.

But damn was she hungry, and her stomach rumbled in agreement to her thoughts. Bending over, she picked up the knife and some leftover 'rope,' and then headed into the jungle to check on the trap.

It wasn't long before Antony could hear the strange noises coming up from the trap, and as she moved closer, she was also hit with the musky scent that was wafting from the pit.

She scrunched up her face, trying not to breathe too deep from her nose. Hopefully that would diminish the smell a bit. Despite the smell, she picked up her pace, automatically getting excited.

In fact, it sounded a lot like Jamal when he was whining...

Shaking the thought from her mind as the trap came into view, the first thing she noticed was all the hoof prints that led to the pit, which was no longer covered. That was the second thing she noticed.

Ignoring the smell entirely, Antony cautiously inched her way towards the edge of the trap before peering over it, eyes growing wide with the sight of the peccary.

They had food. FOOD!

Instinct beat out over everything else running through her mind, and she immediately jumped into the pit, avoiding the spikes when she landed. Antony didn't even bother to avoid the animal, since it was essentially pegged to the ground with bamboo, and now all she had to do was end its misery.

And so she did.

The knife was drawn across its neck before she could realize what she was doing, stomach and natural instincts taking charge of it all.

It wasn't until she noticed the warm blood on her hands and the pink hue staining the once pure white fur.

Something about those eyes...

Taking a deep breath, Antony took out the rope and tied up the animal's legs, hefting it over the edge of the trap before hoisting herself out. She quickly made a makeshift carrying 'bag' out of the rope for the catch, and then she headed back towards the camp.

They were having meat tonight!

Due to her pace, it didn't take her long to return to the beach, absolutely beaming, "We caught something!" She cried happily, forgetting for the moment that Jamal was sick. He'd deal.

"Okay then," she said indifferently. So he was sick, that meant more food for her. Luckily, Antony had gone hunting loads of times with her father, and had to deal with the deer afterwards.

Firstly, she made sure to move as far as possible from Jamal while still being near the fire, where she had built a sort of rotisery of sorts.

She then sat down and skinned the wild pig with the same mentality in which Antony had killed the animal: emotionless. Though she was having a hard time shaking off the strange feeling at the back of her mind.

(To save gory details...)

After she had finished all the dirty work, there were several skewers with meat on them cooking over the fire. Plenty of meat was still left over to cook or smoke later, but currently the fire was quite occupied.

And despite how bloodied she was from carving the pig, Antony was positively estatic. They had meat!