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Alexa always cringed when they encountered humanoid species, at least inwardly. If it came down to a hunt, she would not help… and that meant a fight with at least one yautja.

But his one, standing alone on a high outcropping, as if thinking of throwing himself off of it, did not seem to be drawing interest from any of the others. Their eldest made a gather up hand sign, and the group headed back to their ship.

"No hunt? Glad, but…" Alexa looked to her partner for answers.

"Lonely God. Survived the universe burning. No hunt," Scar told her.