Chapter 101- Partners in Crime part 1

Wilson and the big brother spent the consequent three hours, killing, skinning, cutting up and cooking the gigantic flesh of the squirrel over a spitfire.

The big brother who had introduced himself as Dash - much to the trepidation of Wilson - was very good at it. It was obvious he had experience.

"I used to go on small-scale hunting trips with my dad." He had explained.

They sat together, turning frequently to look around them, expecting the fire and rising smell of salivary meat to attract some carnivore or another, but none came. Maybe the gigantic beasts were terrors to the other beasts in the forest and now, because they made them run, the beasts saw them as terrors of terrors. Or perhaps, there was already something lurking and waiting for the perfect opportunity. Whichever way, it was still thankfully quiet. That was until Wilson broke the silence.

"So, about your sister..." Wilson began.

"Don't even think about it. She's only ten." Dash interrupted.

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