Luther had sent Nyen, and for some reason, Nyon was as well, to go to the woods and get him a rabbit for stew. Nyen was a tad bit grumpy today because he had run out of beer, so he would basically get mad at the tiniest things.

The leaves crunched underneath the two catmen as they walked through the woods. Nyen still didn't understand why he had to bring Nyon along. Usually, he does the violence by himself. He silently took a drag of his cigarette as he kept his hatchet over his shoulder.

"You don't talk a lot, eh?"