*and were hunting them. were just as dangerous.*

"What would you rather do?" She asks. It seems less like a challenge and more like a genuine question.

*hunt something that doesnt have anyone relying on them and that are already close to passing on.*

"Those don't give much meat. Kelpies die young anyways since they're so aggressive and tend to attack things bigger than themselves."

*why do you think the parents are there for them?*

She just shrugs. "They're wild animals, Skullio. And if my kind didn't hunt kelpies I'd have starved to death as a pup."

he sighed. *this doesnt feel right. and this is coming from the guy who starves in hours without food.*

"What, are you gonna go pet it instead?" She again doesn't seem sarcastic; none of these seemingly rhetorical questions seem to be disingenuous.

he sighed, thinking.

She watches. The kelpie foal wanders another step towards him.