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"Cool..." Rex said, looking down the path of painted rocks. "Thanks for your help... I- I don't know how in the world I ended up here." He paused in thought, something about the whole situation seemed all too familiar. But he couldn't place a finger on where he got the feeling from. But why did Rex feel like he knew the situation before? And why was he chosen to receive such a punishment? Was is a punishment? He needed to rest.

"Ugh, anyways, I'll repay you someday. It would've bee practically impossible to get out of that on my own." He sighed and rubbed his wounds tenderly. "I guess I'll see you around." With that he turned to head back to the village until he remembered something.

"Oh... what is your name? I'm Rex." He smiled sweetly, his fangs protruding from his mouth.

"Kaveri. Glad to make it official." He took one more glance at the carcasses lying around and his stomach reminded him loudly of it's needs. "Thanks a million." With that he followed the pathway back into the village, his mind still pestering him with that distant memory.

Today was a long day. The sun was finally starting to dip below the horizon, and again, Kaveri had turned up empty after making the rounds today. It wasn't that big of a deal, she had her little store of carcasses tucked safely away at her clearing.

The big problem was just the fact that it was raining earlier. Kaveri's feathers were soaked to the quills, stained brown with old blood that simply didn't want to wash out in some parts. Some areas of the body were more difficult to preen than others, and the vulture was a mess.

A hazy mist blankets the jungle, and Kaveri returned to her clearing tired and muddy with little more to show than a dead rabbit clutched between her two fingers. It was enough for one meal, at least.

Kaveri looked up, her keen silver eyes catching movement on the far end of her clearing. The ruff-feathers around her neck puffed up, and she lifted her head in a threat-display. She narrowed her eyes, bending down to deposit the rabbit on her filthy mattress and collect the bone knife she kept nearby.

"Come out," called the vulture as she took a step forward, holding the knife to her side.

Kaveri's beak parted in a loud, threatening hiss, craning her neck out as she leaned forward. Her scraggly wings were spread out, one clutching the knife in her fingers. Kaveri herself was rather removed from her human self, after getting herself ingrained into such a routine as hers. The mist surrounding her only made her look as imposing as the wolf-woman hunched at the edge of the jungle.

"The God doesn't approve of those who take what others are not finished with," she gave a terse warning, her wet feathers standing up at end. The vulture stands her ground, but does not attack. "Why are you out here? Can't you kill your own food instead of scavenging from the scavenger?"

As Annie took a step back, Kaveri took a step forward. "The God says those like you can kill," she continued. "You are an Enabler. I am not. I cannot kill." Her voice seemed distant and detached, with a deep gutteral purr drawing out her words.

Interestingly enough, the vulture showed no fear. Most predators would be crazy to go after something that smelled like death and decay (and most likely tasted that way, too), and Kaveri's gut instincts knew this. She was so detached from the village and the general social cycle that she had not known of Fee's murder, not even of the Halloween party. She was in her own little world with herself and the God.

"Do you speak?"

Kaveri stood silently awaiting the wolf's answer, watching her carefully with those piercing silver eyes of hers. But she remained wordless, studying every nuance of the visitor. Kaveri knew without any words being spoken that this was but another victim of the island, and one even more further gone than she.

As Annie turned, Kaveri continued to watch. Only once the wolf left did she finally speak: "You should not have to scavenge from the scavenger."