
"Hey." K'ile tossed a piece of cooked meat in an empty pot, a smack of frothing blood. The delicious smell of it had overpowered K'ile's senses and made him numb to even the lingering scent of the salt. It left him hungry. He held the pot out to Li. "Stop talking about yourself for five seconds and salt that, kid."
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