The day's light had begun to fade when Ahce decided it was time to prepare her first proper meal on Planet Rhino. The air smelled faintly of ozone and damp soil, carrying the mingled scents of alien foliage. The large chicken-like creature she had captured earlier clucked nervously in its restraints, unaware of its fate.
Ahce approached it silently, her expression unreadable. Life and death had always been matters of practicality for her. Sentiment was a luxury in survival. She took a deep breath, steadying her grip on the alloy knife attached to her belt.
One swift motion, precise and merciful, ended the creature's life. The forest fell silent for a moment, as if observing the act in solemn respect. She crouched low, pulling out a portable container to collect the blood. The dark, viscous liquid was faintly iridescent, shimmering faintly under the fading sun.
Ahce frowned.
So, it does contain energy traces.
