From what little he'd been able to gather about life for humans on earth, hunting for one's meat was more of a sport than it was out of need for food. Which made them little different from the wraith, whether they wanted to admit it or not. Of course, the earth here and now, not hers. Piecing together what Rogue had told him, it was likely everyone, humans and mutants alike, hunted all they could when they could.
He kind of missed it, the thrill of the chase. But the last time he'd hunted on foot he'd been caught by the Genii and spent the next half century locked up. No, the only thing he'd hunt now strayed no farther than the hive pantry...although...
He eyed the deer. They could take one or several, a few blasts with a stunner and they'd have meat for a long while. They used to do it when they had worshipers on board, which accounted for the animal pelts on his bed. But they had no real need for it. They'd restock on Atlantis.
His crew told him they were on their way back, but he remained put. If the humans by chance didn't know they were here, he'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible.
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He kind of missed it, the thrill of the chase. But the last time he'd hunted on foot he'd been caught by the Genii and spent the next half century locked up. No, the only thing he'd hunt now strayed no farther than the hive pantry...although...
He eyed the deer. They could take one or several, a few blasts with a stunner and they'd have meat for a long while. They used to do it when they had worshipers on board, which accounted for the animal pelts on his bed. But they had no real need for it. They'd restock on Atlantis.
His crew told him they were on their way back, but he remained put. If the humans by chance didn't know they were here, he'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible.