The hunt was on.
We hadn't had enough to eat in three weeks. Our Ookami appetites were getting the better of us. The smell of fresh meat surrounded us. I wasn't complaining. Keep on reassuring me there's something there to eat afterschool.
Hikyuu didn't like the idea of hunting humans. I told her to suck it up; once it's in our stomachs, it makes no difference what animal it was. After a few hours of arguing, she had finally agreed.
And yes, we had this conversation at the lunch table.
Hell, people won't come near us. Mainly because of the pinkish-red, blood-crusted wound on my face. But they know...
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