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He paused ; just a second, long enough to take in the aroma of the stew presented to him. He said nothing to start with, peering up at the jackal companion with a raise of an eyeridge, and then looked at the bowl.
Frankly, the jackal had been so lost in his watch, sitting on a rock near his squad, that he might not have even recalled her cooking it. No, all he could remember was the cold desert floor these past few minutes...Nay, the past years. Neverchanging wasteland...That’s the place they called home.
Still, he was drawn back to the scent, and began to reach for it. His hand paused without a tremble, and he let it fall to his lap.
“Have the others eaten?”
He did not dare consume without knowing his friends - family - were settled first. If it resulted in his going without a meal, he would not mind it...Not as a one-off, anyway.