It was only a guess, but it looked like Mac was hunting for food and firewood. Well, sticks and things anyway, none of it looked big enough to really fuel a fire. Then again, Uldren had never actually tried to make a fire before, not for it's own sake. He glared at the stooped form, wondering what Mac and his Ghost were talking about.
Probably him actually.
Mac was likely bitching about the way he never gave any credence to the man's ideas, which was hardly true! Uldren was perfectly happy to listen to Mac when the man was speaking sense, but hunting down the natives just because they fit the very vague descriptions of a fictional race of beings was nonsensical. It was ridiculous! You didn't drop down into a strange world and start hunting down the natives! You tried to get your god damned asses the hell back home!
Uldren heaved a sigh and wedged himself tighter against the tree, uncomfortable, getting cold, and rather hungry as well. He glared at Mac, more and more annoyed with the man and himself. Fighting was completely counterproductive! Being separated was just plain stupid, and neither of them was getting any closer to going home. What if Mac's wandering opened up another wormhole? What if the idiot left through it?
What if he couldn't get there in time?
He shivered and wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. It would be easy to swallow his pride and trudge back to Mac, but what was the point? They'd still be fighting about what to do, and they'd still be vulnerable to attack while they did that. No matter what the hell he did, he was still going to be less than happy with the results. At the rate they were going, he might as well take the extra risk and go hunt down one of the damned elves himself so Mac could see one and get it out of his system! God damn the idiot!
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Probably him actually.
Mac was likely bitching about the way he never gave any credence to the man's ideas, which was hardly true! Uldren was perfectly happy to listen to Mac when the man was speaking sense, but hunting down the natives just because they fit the very vague descriptions of a fictional race of beings was nonsensical. It was ridiculous! You didn't drop down into a strange world and start hunting down the natives! You tried to get your god damned asses the hell back home!
Uldren heaved a sigh and wedged himself tighter against the tree, uncomfortable, getting cold, and rather hungry as well. He glared at Mac, more and more annoyed with the man and himself. Fighting was completely counterproductive! Being separated was just plain stupid, and neither of them was getting any closer to going home. What if Mac's wandering opened up another wormhole? What if the idiot left through it?
What if he couldn't get there in time?
He shivered and wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. It would be easy to swallow his pride and trudge back to Mac, but what was the point? They'd still be fighting about what to do, and they'd still be vulnerable to attack while they did that. No matter what the hell he did, he was still going to be less than happy with the results. At the rate they were going, he might as well take the extra risk and go hunt down one of the damned elves himself so Mac could see one and get it out of his system! God damn the idiot!