---- 27.


    HUNTING A CHICKEN.


    NARRATOR "Wow, it''s beautiful!" the view of theke was spectacr, surrounded by mountains and a dense forest.


    It was a pretty nice and peaceful ce.


    Some of them threw themselves onto the grass, exhausted from walking all day, while others went looking for fresh water to soothe their throats.


    Drakkar lowered his precious cargo from his back, setting her down ona rock.


    "Lyra, do your legs hurt?" he asked, worriedly eyeing a few spots where her skin had reddened from the sun.


    Lyra was sweeter than honey. She had just sprawled outzily on her mates muscles.


    "No, Im fine.


    What about you? Am I heavy?" she reached out to stroke his beard, and Drakkar shook his head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her fingers From afar, they looked exactly like what they weretwo people with deep feelings for each other.


    "Drakkar,e hunt with us! We saw some Stalodonts nearby!" the warriors were excited, and the women were already lighting ---- fires to roast the meat.


    "No, Lyra doesnt like Stalodont meat.


    Its too tough," Drakkar answered without hesitation.


    She had eaten almost all the Dracothelion and Brontocerax meat, but Lyra hadnt liked it much.


    "Lorenzo, did you hear that? Ive got delicate teeth too, dont hunt that tough thing and go find something else!" the same woman with the crusty feet kept teasing her mate. are you joking? Look at the bite you gave mest night!" he showed her his arm, still marked with fierce teeth prints.


    "You bite harder than a Dracothelion!" "You''re such a jerk! Learn from Drakkar, Im gonna leave you for being so rude!" Theughter followed the couple as they ran along the riverbank, bickering.


    Truth be told, they didnt seem too worried about the woman in danger.


    "Lets go find something delicious to eat," Lyra took her mans hand and walked away from the rest.


    After all, they were carrying their own secrets too.


    They explored the area nearby Drakkar looking out for danger, and Lyra spotting edible and medicinal nts.


    ---- "Its alemon tree! This goes perfectly with roast chicken! Mmm, my grandmas roast chicken is so good," she smacked her lips, already drooling at the memory.


    Then she realized she had unconsciously mentioned her family, and still wasnt sure if she should tell Drakkar the truth. She nced sideways at him, those ck eyes always tuned into her every move, but the warrior had locked onto something else.


    "Whats chicken? And besides, that fruit is super sour, its not edible," he stared at the small, yellow lemons the female was gathering so excitedly.


    Lyra figured maybe chickens didnt even exist in this world.


    So she gave him a quick description, just hitting the important parts.


    They have feathers and they fly?" Lyra nodded, a little unsure.


    "Must be an Ungarnix." "Unga...


    what?" "Ungarnix, a flying feathered chicken," Drakkar had already shoved the animal into the "chicken" category.


    "If theres ake, we might get lucky and find their nests." He said it while taking her small hand in his much rougher one.