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[METEOR]

METEOR

As Meteor walked upon the black sands, he left tracks of paw and hoof. With the desolated landscape, he spotted Kole and his three nets quickly, and instantly switched his trajectory from island inspection to meet up with the vampiric coyote. After all, he had asked Kole to prove himself. Might as well see what Kole decided would impress Meteor.

“I asked for supplies, and you brought a warehouse.” Meteor grinned. And laughed, but only for an instant. “I’ll take the coconut crabs off your paws. I’m used to their predictable, not-sentient behaviors.”

The gamble had been a good one. Perhaps the arrangement with Kole would, indeed, be mutually beneficial?

Then Meteor’s golden gaze slid to the captured fucking thing. Four wings, four ears, weird eyes. A beastie netted up and unable to fly. “And what is this?” Curiosity in his voice. His golden gaze slid back from the winged fox to Kole. A lazy smirk. “Let me guess — you caught labor for repairing the island?”