[h1][center][color=green]Kriv 'Jackal' Westari[/color][/center][/h1]

[h3][center][color=red]Runt of the Litter[/color][/center][/h3]
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Jackal was perplexed at the strange creature's choices of words. Excitement maybe? Regardless, the blue one's point was clear that they were 'friendly'. He followed her and the group out of the cave and back into the world, albeit he had kept some distance from them as a sort of precaution. When the same blue creature offered food the primitive reptile immediately ran, losing his bipedal stance in favor of crawling, towards one of the presented armadillos and snatched it away from her reach with his maw. He then proceeded to crawl some meters away from the crowd to inspect the 'food.' He had placed the carcass from his mouth to his hands to study the hard leathery hide and soft underbelly. 

Jackal nipped at the belly of the small beast to investigate its taste with a small strip of raw flesh. Contempt with its taste, which seemed safe enough to eat, the Gorgasi Stood upright once more from his crouched position and held the armadillo carcass by the tail. He released a jet of flames from his maw upon the corpse, cooking and roasting it to charred remains to a blackened crisp. Such burnt meat would taste horrid for most, but for Jackal's race it is preferred.

His feast was interrupted when some distance away water came fourth from a part of the flat mountain from a whole that wasn't there before. Water was a vital supply, so the curious reptile moved cautiously over towards the ditch to investigate; scarfing down his burnt armadillo along the way.