One More

Author's notes: Big thanks to my beta Wrex! Thank you for your awesome encouragement and corrections.

Also thank you to Death God Dist, my lone reviewer for chapter 4. Not sure if everyone hated the last chapter or not, but here goes with chapter 5.

On a side note, anyone else super excited about Predators coming out soon?

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Chapter 5


Amelia ignored Raz'ha as he followed her around in Val'jek's quarters. She wondered if the warrior didn't have obligations of his own to be breathing down her neck all morning. He looked like a lost, very curious, puppy, tilting his head at her.

When she entered the bathroom to wash, the Yautja was close on her heels. Raz'ha followed her into the room and Amelia gaped up at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Amelia scowled at him.

Pausing inside the doorway, Raz'ha chirped. He gestured to the bathing tub with his large clawed hand.

"No. Absolutely not." Amelia's heart somersaulted.

"Wash." Raz'ha used his own language but she understood.

"I wash alone." Sometimes she bathed with Val'jek, but she wasn't about to inform the pesky Yautja of that.

Cocking his head at her, his dreadlocks swished.

"Please, leave so I can wash alone." Amelia made a placating gesture, hoping politeness won out.

Raz'ha clicked at her, bowed his head and then took two large steps back. Even after her rebuttal, he stood outside the door, watching.

Thinking that Raz'ha getting a translator was the best news Amelia had gotten in a while, she pressed the button to close the door.

Washing in the large tub; more like a swimming pool to Amelia, she was at the mercy of her jumbled thoughts. Val'jek didn't intend to leave her, but he still wanted to include Raz'ha. His reasoning was sound, as it always was. Amelia didn't know if she wanted the added work of a second mate. Being in a relationship was work. The effort was worth it, but still requiring energy and attention. Being an alien among Val'jek's people made it more difficult. Adding a third alien in the mix seemed daunting. What if she didn't like Raz'ha? She didn't know him.

Her encounters with Raz'ha were starting to remind her of her early days with Val'jek. The older Yautja had been attentive at the time. Nothing else was more important to Val'jek than discovering how she worked and why she did things the way she did. He had made Yautja passes at her many times, but she hadn't understood it.

Amelia assumed Val'jek was just curious when he watched her too long or touched her intimately. Now, she knew what Raz'ha was doing following her around, inspecting any limbs she let him get near. She missed Val'jek and the time they had spent on his ship learning to understand each other. Raz'ha made her miss Val'jek.

Her first time mating Val'jek had been a surprise for her. Amelia had thought the large alien out of her reach, that he didn't want a small human when he was strong and intelligent. Val'jek had picked up on her language quickly, while she was still learning his more than a year later. English wasn't the only human language Val'jek spoke either. Russian and French were languages he picked up before they met.

Her initiation into mating was worth it, but the steps to get there were confusing and uncertain.

# Flashback #

Val'jek purred at her, rumbling deep in his chest. Amelia felt the vibration throughout, making her toes curl and fingers twitch with want to touch his chest and feel the vibration directly. His skin, Amelia knew was smooth, not quite scaled and not quite rubbery. He reminded Amelia of a reptile, but warm.

Val'jek's belly and chest were a creamy gray. His back blended into a deep brown color and looked black in most lighting. Long black hair that looked like dreadlocks draped over his shoulders and halfway down his back. They felt smooth, like rubber over flesh. Lines of gray were starting to appear, making Amelia wonder if he was an older alien.

Val'jek was nearly seven and a half feet tall by her estimation and Amelia had to crane her neck to look up at him. His armor was practical and heavily armed. The silver colored metal didn't quite glint in the light and bore many scars. Several scars across his chest armor, that he no longer wore, were claw marks from the "hard meat" they had fended off. Her stomach and leg had similar scars, but hers couldn't be discarded.

Val'jek always adorned himself in many bones and skulls, strung together around his neck and from his belt. One small skull settled on his bicep off his right shoulder. Amelia wanted to ask about them, but the last time she did, Val'jek offered her one. He was irritable for an entire day when she refused the gift. Skulls weren't her thing.

"Would you like to learn another custom?" Val'jek asked, still struggling with his English.

His large mandibles twitched as he spoke, revealing more of his pink inner mouth. Val'jek's brow moved much like a human's, rising with his question. His eyes were a strange expressive yellow. There was something he wasn't telling her. She had known it for days looking at those eyes, but Amelia was afraid to ask.

"Yes." Amelia wanted to know everything.

"Come." Val'jek guided her from his trophy room, where he had just shown her his prized trophies.

Amelia followed to their bedroom. The room was pure torture. Amelia saw him naked, slept beside him, but was never able to draw him into anything more than sleeping. She would be humiliated if Val'jek laughed at her advances, if she ever gathered the courage to try anything overt.

Val'jek stopped at the entrance. He stared down at her and purred. She smiled, suddenly a nervous flutter in her belly. He clicked his mandibles and seemed to ask a question. Amelia tried to pay attention through the warmth spreading in her belly from being near him.

"What do I do?" she asked.

Val'jek purred again and took her hand in his, his claws wrapping around her wrist. The Yautja was gentle with her, the pads of his fingers rubbing over her pulse. Val'jek brought her palm to press flat against his chest. The vibration made her arm tingle and she took a deep breath before she got carried away. Already Amelia wanted to press against him to kiss the inside of his mandibles. Val'jek released her hand, but she didn't move it.

"You have accepted now," Val'jek said after he purred.

"Accepted what?" She stared up at him, watching his mandibles tighten together.

"Mating," Val'jek said.

"Oh." Amelia's stomach somersaulted. If Val'jek was playing with her, she would die.

"How do Oomans accept a mate?" Val'jek asked.

"Oh." Amelia repeated and felt stupid. He was interested in learning about her race, not "mating" with her. "Nothing so formal. You could ask to go on a date and if it goes well then there is mating."

"Date?" Val'jek tested the word, saying it several times.

"Yes, and at the end of the date couples kiss if they are receptive." Amelia felt awkward trying to explain relationships in one sentence.

"Show me this kissing." Val'jek sounded eager, like he had discovered a new species.

"All right. I need to reach your mouth," Amelia said.

Val'jek wrapped an arm around her. It was like a warm, solid band of steel. He lifted her to face level and trilled, eager to learn. His eyes were happy watching her, almost reflective in the dim light. Amelia could think of no other way to describe it.

Amelia took another steadying breath. Val'jek was holding her several feet off the ground, strong enough to crush her, but gentle in his handling. His strength turned her on and Val'jek's was likely able to feel her nipples pebbled against his warm chest.

"Kissing?" Val'jek asked.

"Move these aside, please," Amelia spoke softly, not quite touching the lower right mandible. Amelia had seen him do some serious damage to meat during dinner. She didn't care for him to repeat it on her face. "Try not to scratch me, please."

Val'jek spread his mandibles wide and Amelia grew nervous. He couldn't actually kiss her, but it was close enough for Amelia. She leaned in slowly, careful in case he startled. For all Amelia knew this was an offensive gesture to aliens.

Amelia pressed her lips to his lower mouth, grazing the base of his pointed teeth. Because Val'jek wouldn't know any better, Amelia pressed kisses along his inner mouth. Experimenting, she used her tongue. He tasted faintly salty.

Val'jek purred, making her gasp at the flood of wetness between her thighs. She could feel the vibrations so much better while being held against his body.

Val'jek touched her cheeks with a gentle brush of his tusks. Amelia used the excuse to touch his face, feeling the dark ridges and bumps around his face that always beckoned to her when he slept. They were hard beneath the smooth skin and he didn't seem to mind. Val'jek's purring grew and Amelia used her teeth, nipping at the softer flesh.

Amelia was abruptly on her feet and Val'jek jerked back a step. He panted. Val'jek asked her a question in his language. He trilled, cocking his head to the side. Amelia didn't know what to do.

Val'jek snatched her off her feet and set her on her knees, in the bed. He purred, lifting her hand level with his chest, but not touching.

"You want to mate?" Amelia asked.

Val'jek nodded, releasing her hand.

Amelia didn't need to think twice. She laid her palm on his chest and he purred deep.

# End Flashback #

Amelia sighed, stepping out of the pool. She dried off, trying to forget the memories of her first time with Val'jek. Raz'ha was probably still about and she didn't want him getting any ideas from her scent. Now that he wasn't purring at her every five seconds, she felt a semblance of control. Amelia wanted to keep it that way.

Wishing she had brought her clothes into the bathroom with her, Amelia stepped out in her towel. Raz'ha was standing right in front of the door, blocking her path. She craned her neck to look up at the Yautja. Amelia grunted. Raz'ha must be an inch or two taller than Val'jek, which annoyed her. He was a little bulkier in the arms and chest too. Amelia consoled herself with the fact that Val'jek's mandible tusks were larger.

Really looking at Raz'ha, Amelia decided he was good looking for a Yautja.

She liked Val'jek's rich brown and black contrasting with his creamy underside, but Raz'ha's coloring wasn't offensive. Raz'ha's belly was creamy as well but with a yellow base where Val'jek was gray. Raz'ha had dark spots of green which lightened and brightened, blending into the yellow of his underside. His pattern was different, more spotted, like some sort of green leopard. Raz'ha had fewer bumps and ridges on the sides of his face.

She saw no graying in Raz'ha's shoulder length dreadlocks as they gleamed inky black. The locks were bound with gray, and a few golden, metal bands. Val'jek's hair trinkets were all engraved with geometric designs while Raz'ha's seemed to be plain, just like his armor.

Neither Raz'ha nor Val'jek wore most of their weapons while on ship and she was grateful for that. Val'jek seemed to arm himself for war whenever he was intending to leave, making Amelia risk life and limb to say farewell. An accidental touch in the wrong place and she could lose a hand or eye. On ship, Val'jek carried around a collapsed staff thing but she couldn't pronounce the name of it. Raz'ha had one attached to his belt as well.

Raz'ha, like Val'jek, wore his plain metal armor stripped down around the ship, taking it off entirely for leisure pursuits or bed. There were few masks worn and the bulky equipment worn on their backs was never seen. Armbands, that had their version of personal computers, were plain and without bombs if worn at all.

Unlike Val'jek, Raz'ha's armor didn't have more than a scratch or two on it. The dark gray armor fit him well, chest plate conforming to his broad chest and shoulders. Amelia secretly laughed at warriors with giant metal shoulder pads. They looked like cartoon characters to her. Raz'ha's armor was not decorated in any way so Amelia assumed it was practical.

Less armor gave Amelia a better look at the black mesh suits they wore. Val'jek had one made for her but she refused to wear it, despite his insistence. It looked like stripper wear, especially when coupled with a metal loin cloth. She was never going to say that to a Yautja.

Raz'ha trilled at her, probably wondering why she was staring at him. "Excuse me," Amelia said. "I need to get past you."

Raz'ha stepped aside and followed her to the bedroom. Amelia stopped him, turning to crane her neck to look up at him again.

"Stay out here while I dress." Amelia entered the room and closed the door, not waiting for his answer.

She dressed quickly, knowing Raz'ha could enter any time he wanted. She slipped on a simple sack-like dress, an uninteresting tan color with no shape. Val'jek could have little else made for her as aliens weren't up on the latest human fashions. Amelia improvised by using a strip of cloth as a belt. What she wouldn't give for a set of bra and panties.

She combed her shoulder length hair after towel drying it. Looking in the mirror, she wished she had makeup to cover up the freckles on her nose and cheeks. The curse of freckles seemed to come with her red hair. Amelia lamented that her hair wasn't even that red, more of a light brown with red highlights. There was no makeup to be had on the ship. She turned away from the small mirror.

Amelia slid on a metallic wrist cuff, one of her favorite gifts from Val'jek. The silver colored metal wasn't anything she could identify, but she didn't care. She was happy that it wasn't bone and as far as she knew, no one died securing it. The cuff was several inches wide with a pretty Celtic link design engraved. Val'jek swelled with pride whenever she wore it.

Amelia slipped on her flat leather shoes, thinking they still reminded her of ancient Native American slippers. She exited the bedroom to find Raz'ha in the doorway, again. She sighed.

"Don't you have something you should be doing?" Amelia asked.

Raz'ha shook his head, no.

"Well, I do. Mah'sic wants to run some tests and then I have language lessons." Amelia gave him a stern frown. "He will be here momentarily and I will be busy all day. So please, go find something else to amuse yourself with."

Raz'ha shuffled his feet then bowed his head. He clicked something she didn't understand. Amelia was slow on the clicking translations as most sounded too similar to distinguish to her.

"Goodbye." Raz'ha spoke in his language.

"Have a nice day," Amelia answered politely.

The persistent Yautja picked her up then.

Amelia gasped. "Hey!"

Smashing her breasts against his chest, both of his bulky arms wrapped around her tightly. Her face was buried in the corded muscles of his neck and she took in his musky male scent. He brushed the underside of his jaw on the top of her head. Amelia squirmed and he set her down.

Raz'ha bowed and left her feeling warm and unsettled.

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Raz'ha entered the bazaar. Yautja filled the wide corridor with items to barter. Raz'ha was almost as overwhelmed as the first time he visited, and this was the smaller bazaar. There were others on the Tauren's ship, but they were filled with ship supplies, weapons and armor exclusively.

Raz'ha was honored among the Taurens for bringing back an Elder. The story had been widely circulated upon his arrival. Raz'ha reaped the benefits in trades. The weapons he used in the hunt he traded for better ones. Taking the chance to upgrade in full, Raz'ha traded nearly everything he owned. His weapons and armor were now the most high tech that the Tauren Clan had to offer.

The Taurens weren't the best armor craftsman, but they were upgrades. As far as weapons however, Taurens had the finest Raz'ha had ever laid eyes on. The bazaars were filled with weapon craftsman looking to barter. Most craftsman were lame or retired warriors who used their experience to improve the accepted standard of weaponry.

Raz'ha palmed a dagger made from Kainde Amedha bone, one of the few items he had held onto. He had a second one to match and he would keep that one. They were made from his first Kainde Amedha kill on his Chiva. Proud of his victory, he crafted them himself. The second kill gained him an intact skull for a trophy.

Raz'ha passed the weapon vendors. He glanced at armor vendors. Nothing was made for Amelia's size. Something custom, perhaps ceremonial, might impress an Ooman. Raz'ha didn't have much to barter for such extensive work. He had little to barter that the vendors wanted anyway. Taurens didn't want their own products back. They wanted something different, many wanting something with a story of honor to smooth the way.

Baskets, loin cloths and various other practical wares were clustered together. Raz'ha browsed but had trouble believing Amelia would find any of the wares appealing. Val'jek likely provided any items necessary to her.

Raz'ha pushed through a crowd to come to the end of this bazaar's corridor. Exotic pets and trinkets were on display across from a Yaut Hound breeder. Reptiles and furry mammals were in cages lined and stacked.

Amelia might like an exotic pet. Raz'ha browsed under the watchful eye of the vendor, an old warrior missing a hand. The scars up his arms were grizzly, a display of an honorable kill. Raz'ha tapped a cage, amused by the four legged reptile inside. The green reptile looked strange with a long waving tail. It hissed and lunged at Raz'ha, ramming into the cage bars, teeth snapping.

"A fine pet to impress your clan, Tauren." The vendor was lively.

"I need no pet." Raz'ha turned away from the vicious reptile.

"Then move along." The vendor dismissed Raz'ha, turning to another Yautja who pointed to the reptile that tried to bite Raz'ha's claw.

"What do you have?" the vendor asked the new customer.

The customer held up a mask Raz'ha recognized. It belonged to him before he traded up for a new one with better sensors and vision. Shaking his head with amusement, Raz'ha watched as the vendor traded eagerly.

"This belonged to you, yes?" the vendor asked, holding the scarred mask.

Raz'ha nodded. "I need a gift, for a female."

"Ah, then I have just the thing." The vendor shoved aside a cage full of four legged small mammals huddled together. He pulled out a small cage. A legless reptile slithered in the bottom, seeing Raz'ha, it climbed the side of the cage. Raz'ha had seen such a reptile before on many planets. Their lack of legs and swallowing prey whole were the only interesting qualities.

Raz'ha shook his head. Amelia didn't need a living decoration. She needed, well, Raz'ha wasn't sure.

"A companion for a female." Raz'ha figured if Amelia was a pet and yet a companion then she might enjoy one of her own. "Something docile," he added.

"I do not think a female will be impressed but I have these. They are like Yaut Hounds, or are supposed to be but they are feeble things. They cower and whine when Yautja come to see them." The vendor shrugged, holding up a the cage of ugly four legged mammals, the one he shoved aside for the reptile. Feeble wasn't going to harm Amelia, Raz'ha decided.

"What are they?" Raz'ha looked closer.

They had four legs, two eyes and a snout like a Yaut Hound, but the similarities appeared to end there. The mammals were covered in fur, some black, others brown and white. There were fleshy protrusions growing from their heads. The pointed and sometimes floppy flesh may have been ears, instead of nubs that would grow into tusks. Raz'ha could see little potential in the development of any claws or tusks. Lacking extra mandibles, a signature feature of a Yaut Hound, the mammals reminded him of Amelia's plain face.

"Mammals from an Ooman planet. They are supposed to grow into hunters, but they have no aggression. I think they are lame like the breeder's demonstration pup." The vendor poked one of the mammals and flared his mandibles, hissing.

Raz'ha perked up at the news. The mammals whined and cowered together. Several urinated. The terrified creatures were offensive but they were from Amelia's world.

"This is from my Chiva. I brought back two Kainde Amedha and made this from one." Raz'ha held up the dagger.

The vendor perked up. "I will give them all to you and throw in the cage to be rid of them."

Raz'ha gawked at the cage. There were eight squirming animals, seven too many by Raz'ha's thinking.

"One is all I require," Raz'ha insisted.

"It would be dishonorable to give you only one." The vendor clicked his mandibles with disappointment. "Have you anything else?"

Raz'ha clicked in irritation, only one other dagger of the same value. He shook his head, no. "Take the dagger and give me one beast."

The vendor shook his head. "Perhaps another vendor will barter for something else, then you return here." The vendor was displeased with his own suggestion. He handled the dagger, running his claws over the bone blade.

Raz'ha nodded, though irritated. The vendor reluctantly handed the dagger back.

Raz'ha moved on to the Yaut Hound breeder, pushing through the small crowd to see the demonstration ring. A dozen small Yaut Hounds were in cages hissing and tails swaying.

The hounds were superior to the Earth mammals in every way. Their legs support their own weight properly without wobbling or trembling under the strain. Overall the hounds were leaner and longer from tails to snouts.

The Yaut Hound paws were accentuated with beige nubs where strong claws were starting to grow. Nubs sprout up along the hounds' backs in a similar fashion. Once the pups were grown, the tusks in their backs would protect against predators in trees. Tusks surrounding their mandibles would allow the hounds to gore prey.

The breeder took a pup from a cage, dwarfing the hound in his hand. He placed the Yaut Hound in the ring and it hissed, flaring its Yautja-like mandibles. It would be a good hunter one day. The breed looked strong, the color a healthy gray with yellow and brown highlights. The legs and tail looked to be sturdy and proportioned. Raz'ha wanted one, eventually. He spent too much time off world to own a Yaut Hound.

The breeder talked up the Yaut Hound's good breeding and its early developed hunting skills. The breeder took out a second, smaller, Yaut Hound and placed it in the ring. The second Yaut Hound was lame, Raz'ha realized. The runt had a badly formed hind leg making it clumsy and unbalanced as it tried to follow the first Yaut Hound. The healthy hound circled like a predator.

The healthy Yaut Hound pounced and tore into the runt's shoulder, drawing a speckle of green blood. The wound was superficial as neither Yaut Hound's teeth had fully dropped yet. They were pups only a few weeks old. There must have been a female suckling the pups somewhere about.

Raz'ha didn't like the idea of the lame animal tortured to death. Better to give it a quick death than drag it on. Perhaps the lame animal would be cheap and Raz'ha could purchase it to put out of it's misery.

Raz'ha presented his dagger. The breeder inspected it, then shook his head, no. Raz'ha explained the history and haggled.

"I have my own. I wasn't always thus." The vendor pointed to his mangled leg.

Raz'ha, impatient, wanted to put the breeder out of his misery with the pup. "Something else then? I want a mammal from the exotic pets, but the dagger is too much." Raz'ha knew he was being gruff with the breeder, but his patience was wearing thin.

The breeder perked up. "That cankerous old invalid has a legless reptile. He wants two purebreds for it. Get the reptile and I will give you one purebred. That should be enough to get your mammal," the breeder offered, his mandibles fluttering rapidly with enthusiasm.

"I want the lame Yaut Hound too," Raz'ha insisted. He would pay the dagger for a single mammal just to be done but the pet vendor wouldn't budge. If he was going to participate in the complicated trade, he may as well see to the lame animal.

"The runt makes a good display prop. He does not fight back or make the others look worn. Good for business." The breeder was indecisive, eying the exotic pet vendor.

"It is that or two purebreds for a legless reptile," Raz'ha haggled the breeder.

"All right. Bring the reptile and I will give you one purebred and the lame mix breed." The breeder bowed his head and Raz'ha did the same.

Back at the exotic pet vendor, Raz'ha presented his dagger. "The legless reptile." Raz'ha pointed at the cage.

"That is quite rare," the vendor warned, meaning expensive. "I will require more." The vendor still looked at Raz'ha's dagger covetously though.

"I am returning with a Yaut Hound to trade, a purebred. It is too much for a single mammal, but since the reptile requires more, it will make us even, yes?" Raz'ha dared to sound hopeful.

The vendor paused as if trying to understand the logic. "You will be at a loss, to the breeder," the vendor warned, but his gaze dropped to the dagger.

"The reward for the pet will compensate," Raz'ha grumbled, hoping he was correct in his assumption. He deserved a great deal of mating for keeping his patience.

"Then we have a bargain. One snake for the dagger and a promise to return with a purebred Yaut Hound." The vendor bowed his head and Raz'ha did the same.

The vendor handed Raz'ha the cage with the hissing reptile and Raz'ha handed him the dagger. Raz'ha was struck by how glad he was to be rid of it after the bartering process. It was once a prized possession to Raz'ha.

Raz'ha took the cage to the breeder who clicked his mandibles with glee. The breeder presented several Yaut Hounds for Raz'ha to choose from. Raz'ha glanced at them to ensure they were not lame before selecting one at random. He was not keeping it and cared little.

"This is a certificate, here. It proves his lineage and my guarantee. If the Yaut Hound has defects or dies, combat, accidents and neglect excluded, I will provide a replacement," the breeder's speech was rapid.

Raz'ha nodded, accepting the certificate and the Yaut Hound. The breeder handed him the lame Yaut Hound. "There is no guarantee on this one. Be assured he was not malformed. A male got in the pen and tried to eat the young." The breeder sounded apologetic. "You can breed him. His bloodlines are good but not pure. Though he is quite docile and needs much training to be a hunter."

"Thank you." Raz'ha bowed with the vendor.

Raz'ha juggled the two squirming Yaut Hounds, putting both in one hand to hold the certificate in the other. The lame one squealed as the larger Yaut Hound scratched and bit at him. The runt squirmed as Raz'ha separated them.

Returning to the vendor, Raz'ha set down the Yaut Hound pups, well away from each other. The vendor clicked his mandibles with excitement.

The vendor opened the cage with the runty mammals and pulled out four.

"I need one, a healthy one," Raz'ha balked.

"The purebred is worth at least four," the vendor insisted.

"One," Raz'ha growled. "Or I will cut off its head and trade only that."

The vendor clicked in frustration but set two mammals in the cage again. "There is a male and a female of no relation. Your female can breed them for amusement."

Raz'ha was tempted to strangle the vendor but huffed and nodded. "A cage too then," Raz'ha relented.

"Ah, good thinking. Take this one. It is nice, sturdy. It will make us even," the vendor said, delighted.

The vendor pulled out a small empty cage and put the mammals in it as they squirmed and whined. The Yaut Hound runt whined in response. The purebred hissed, mandibles flared. The purebred would grow into a fine hunter.

The vendor put the cage in front of Raz'ha and took the purebred. He inspected it closely before nodding his approval at the snarling beast. The vendor put the purebred in a cage and placed it on proud display before a "Not for sale!" sign.

The vendor bowed and Raz'ha looked at the runt, abandoned on the make shift table. "The runt?" Raz'ha held out the squealing Yaut Hound for the vendor.

"We are even and I have no need of it." The vendor shrugged, dismissive.

Raz'ha groaned. He would put it down if the vendor didn't take it. "You can breed him. He is injured, not malformed."

"They are both male," the vendor clicked his mandibles. "Perhaps your female will be amused by it."

Raz'ha should have considered the breeding and picked the healthy female. Too late for such things. Raz'ha bowed and the vendor did as well.

Raz'ha took the cage in one hand, mammals squealing with fright, and the runt in the other, which squealed as well. Raz'ha huffed. If Amelia didn't like the mammals, Raz'ha was going to feed them to grown Yaut Hounds. The runt too.

Raz'ha hurried back to Val'jek's quarters. He could dispose of the Yaut Hound before she finished in the lab and be ready to present his gift.

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More Author notes: I modified the Yaut Hounds that are supposed to be in the new movie. I kept the tails, took out some of the back tusks and gave them mandibles to compensate. I'm not sure how they're going to work it out in the movie but some of that extra hardware looks a bit difficult to work with.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading!