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Uzbuk rounded the corner at a slow, lazy pace. Teeth allowing, his tongue would have lolled from his mouth. As it was he merely shook his head, spraying the ground with spittle. He hadn't eaten for some time, and even then it was only a few chippunks. He'd been living on processed meat for most of his life now, and he thought it was about time he was living on meat that was... well, living.
A faint smell caught his attention, and he sped up. He knew it well - it was a Slig. They were pretty stupid but, to be fair, no more so than Uzbuk. There was something weird about this one, though. An extra scent. Something like - he paused for a moment in a semblance of thinking - yes, something like that which Sleg bitches had when they were in season. Only more Sliggy.
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