A gyiik individual finds themselves crash-landed with several humans. Food stores are low, though plenty of water, and unable to go out to gather more. Worst part? The humans kept refusing to eat, saying "they could wait a few days" -- Anon Guest
They're hiding something from me. I know it. We survived a "cheese grater" crash-landing[1] in relatively good shape. Few souls lost, they said, in conditions where nothing could be done. The air was breathable. The water easily potable.
They got vague about the supplies.
That had to be the one thing wrong, here. My crew, the Humans with me, are adaptable souls. They survive, they rebuild, they create. I overhear a lot more than they tell me. Even then, they're clever. They mind what they say when they're near.
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