The Vast: On the Wandering Trail
'No.' said the male behir through a mouthful of meat.
The behirs had already turned back to their meal, messily tearing apart and devouring the slain livestock they found. After finishing off their cow, bones and all, they found a fat sheep. They each took a leg and suspended it between them, as if about to play a grisly game of tug of war. But then sparks crackled in their jaws and smoke rose from the sheep as the wool burned and the flesh charred, thanks to the powerful current running between them. When it seemed done, they stopped and ate it together, but it was clear the male was leaving the choicest cuts to the female and her unlaid eggs.
'D'you wanf shome?' asked the female, dripping gore.
'Ah, you are too kind, thank you, but you and your young will need it more than us.' Maelarra declined politely, looking paler than ever. She'd always been willing to try anything once, and with unflappable dignity and grace, but seeing the livestock dismembered so messily had quite put her off thoughts of food. While behirs could swallow beasts whole, they unfortunately chose not on this occasion, perhaps so they could divide up the meat.
'May I ask, why was food so scarce in the mountains?'
'Orcsh.'
'But surely orcs are no trouble to such great creatures as yourselves?'
'Lotsh of orcsh.'
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