The RGFF

Lamianos doesn't object, but he does specifically point out that she shouldn't pull the trigger, and to keep the hole pointed away from anyone.


A Days Southwest of Old Appleloosa- Morning 10:00 AM

Maul stares at the Brahmin corpse, occasionally looking at the blob in the distance. Finally after a bit of contemplation he gives in, tesring a piece off of the Brahmin and succumbing to his survival instincts. He feels wuicjly gratified for it as delicious delicious meat and juices flow down his throat. After partaking in a little bit of it he looks back towards the blob and stares. He turns back to Tough Stomp, almost as if asking whether to go towards the new thing on the horizon.

The Brahmin was enough to push Maul away from the brink of death, but there was only so many Brahmin parts left and he still had to worry about his friend's survival. Nervously, he starts to take a hoof forward towards the north west, slowly building up to a normal walk. He made sure that he was ready to pull his knives out if they were some caravan or unlucky wanderer with supplies.

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