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ducking into corners and down corridors to avoid running into anyone who wasn’t Que. After all, the prophecy hadn’t said that Que specifically would fuck her, just that whoever managed to would become king. She could only assume a lot of the others were gunning for that position.
    Her dour thoughts were cut off, however, when she ran face first into Que’s chest. Vivienne bounced back a step and looked up at him, to find him blinking at her in bemusement.
     
    “Graceful,” he stated flatly.
     
    “Are you going to run away again?”
     
    “I was looking for you, actually,” Vivienne replied, and she was just a little bit gratified to see him looking surprised.
     
    “I need to be distracted.” She held up a finger and her eyes narrowed sharply when Que’s eyebrows rose.
     
    “And if you even think about trying to have sex with me right now, I will punch you in the crotch and happily deal with the fallout afterwards,” she informed him, and it was possibly the most serious she had ever sounded.
     
    She was expecting an argument. She was expecting him to try pinning her to something again. She was not expecting him to simply roll his eyes and crook two fingers in a ‘follow me’ motion.
     
    “If it will keep you from howling for a few minutes,” he muttered, “fine. Hunting we shall go.”
     
    Vivienne didn’t know what she had been expecting, honestly. That was not it. But she fell into step beside him.
     
    She expected him to lead her to some sort of armory. Instead, he led her to what seemed to be some sort of stable. Que unlatched the door of one stall and Vivienne leaped back when the very same raptor-like creature that had helped to capture her barged out of the opened stall.
     
    “What is that ?” she demanded, standing rigidly straight as it buried its snout against her and snuffled her vigorously.
     
    It hopped back and yowled at her, its tail fanning open and its claws clicking together.
     
    “He’s a crawler,” Que replied. “His name is Bai.”
     
    “A…crawler,” Vivienne repeated dubiously.
     
    “You haven’t seen one climb a tree,” Que replied.
     
    He walked away after that, stepping into a small room and leaving Vivienne and Bai to eye each other warily. And then the crawler sighed out a breath, his feathers fluffing out slightly. With a grumbling hiss, it sulked out of the stable.
     
    A moment later, Que returned with a small vial in one hand and a dart rifle in the other. He followed Bai out of the stable, and Vivienne followed him.
     
    Outside, Que flipped open the vial’s lid and held it out towards Bai. The crawler crept forward to smell it, and then straightened up. Head craning in all directions, Bai chirped once, and then his jaws quartered and he shrieked and took off at a run towards the north.
     
    Que pocketed the vial, slung the rifle over his shoulder by its strap, and set off in the crawler’s wake at a run.
     
    He was a hunting dog, Vivienne realized as she sprinted after them. Not literally, obviously, but he played the same role.
     
    It was actually sort of fascinating to watch, as the crawler loped along, long legs eating up the ground. He would slow now and then, head bobbing around and occasionally almost touching the ground, before he once again continued running.
     
    With energy and determination that both seemed boundless, the crawler led them away from the base. They stayed on the road for only a few yards before Bai veered to the side and kept running, trampling the grass beneath his feet.
     
    The three of them bounded over a stretch of plains, and then they were in the middle of the woods, trees rising around them like dark, glassy spires, when Bai finally slowed. His feathers rustled and his tail fanned out slightly, and he pointed his nose to a stream. Que and Vivienne slowed to a halt, and Que pointed with two fingers.
     
    It was one of the long-nosed, fluffy, two-legged creatures Vivienne had seen when she first climbed out of