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The frog sat there, alone, at the camp. He was quite hungry, now. How he yearned for a snack.

Then he saw it. The ice box. Where the strange man had gotten the food. If only he could get it open...

With one launch of his sticky tongue, the door flew open, and almost unhinged itself. The frog saw lots of food: Loads, even.

 

He hopped in a bowl of meaty stew, swam around in it, and ate every bit. He was now stuck in the pot, but made it roll out, and the door of the ice box slammed behind him. He sat and slept in the pot. Cutely.

Both Wilson and Athena were surprised the plant could speak, but he managed not to show it. He stepped back, keeping his gaze locked on the lure plant and fire dart aimed at an eyeplant. Strange... How could it hear him with no apparent audio receptors? It also appeared to see him, but the only eyes it seemed to have were functioning as extra mouths. Perhaps it had some sort of eco location? He would have to explore this later.

"It tried to warn me of a danger. I don't want it eaten."

Athena stood not far behind him, holding her spear at the strange plant defensively, the gold tip reflecting bits of sunlight.

Wilson scowled. He was tired of trying to negotiate with the plant. He was about to fire the dart when Athena stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. She shook her head and raised an eyebrow at her. 

"How about we make a trade?" Athena started with a grin.

"My friend here has plenty of food not to far away. I'll just go and get some, it won't take too long, and you'll give us the bug back in exchange." 

Wekesa purred in agreement. The insect was a small animal and would hardly feed the Lureplant, this flesh pod offered her food in return to let the insect go. This was practically free food that she didn't have to hunt for! Wekesa's tongue pulled out the insect and put it on the ground before deciding to follow this food offering flesh pod.

(I'm drawing Wekesa. :3)

Athena bent down and picked up the still dazzed beetle, cupping it in her hand. Wilson, although not happy about having to give the plant some of his food, started walking back to camp. He kept his fire dart out though.

(I want to see what Cy and Wy look like so I can ship them. I mean come on! The names are perfect!)

"Nothing much. You just got eaten." Athena replied when she saw the beetle was awake.

Wilson came up to camp and sighed.

"I should have some stew in the ice box. It's in a big pot and-"

"A pot like this one?" Athena interrupted while pointing to s pot not far from the ice box.

"My stew! How did it get out here?!"

Athena set the beetle down on top of a chest away from Wekesa and peered into the pot, letting out an aw when she did. She lifted out the frog and cradled it in her arms.

"Cute little guy must have been hungry." She giggled.

Wilson grumbled under his breath and opened the ice box, pulling out two drumsticks and tossing them in Wekesa's general direction.

Edited by MenaAthena

In the growing night, Wakana's Wounds began healing slowly. The slit on the side of his head with black misty liquid leaking from it began slowly sealing, his bump on his forehead began flattening itself down, and his bruises began fading in color.

Edited by wxps350

"My name is Athena, and the grumpy guy is Wilson."

She smerked when the bug fell of the chest in surprise, trying not to laugh.

"Yep. We traded you for some food though. Now you know that you are worth exactly two drumsticks."

Edited by MenaAthena

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