As he stared at the moon, Svag realized he was slightly hungry. He took a peice of the dried scrab meat he was carrying and began to eat it. He sat down and leaned against a tree. He doubted that Veltronix would be back, but he kept his rifle at the ready just in case. He could hear a stream somewhere in the distance, and the call of native birds echoed above the tree tops. The harmony seemed awkward after the turmoil of battle.
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