Lyra and her group began packing up the campsite they'd made around the imp's body, Lyra stopping in her work to collect its heart. They began trooping over to Lakewest, cheery and proud of their accomplishments.
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deep in the vastness in space, but closer to the world...
The Predator that had stood on the bridge of the ship when they intercepted Lyra's transmission watched one with silver dreadlocks work in what would appear to be a medical bay, its beds replaced with cages.
the younger asked.
One-who-kills said.
The younger snorted at this suggestion, and glared into one of the containers. A predator larger then even the largest normal predator slammed into the bars, howling mad and decrying its condition, unable to form actual words, its eyes small black pigments in its skull.
He stood, seeming unconcerned at the spittle that had dabbed his face, and left the room, going to view the other weapons being prepared for the venomous fangs great hunt.