Fox and Krystal walked for what seemed like hours. The forest wasn't too thick. The trees blocked out much of the sunlight, but they could still walk easily without having to worry about bushes or anything. It wasn't too long before they found what they were looking for.
"Water."
Fox and Krystal cautiously approached the river, looking out for any hostile natives or predators. When it was clear that they were safe for now, they got to their hands and knees and started drinking. Unsurprisingly, the water tasted as clean as it looked. They drank a bit, enough to satisfy their thirst, but not enough to send them to the nearest tree right away. Looking around at her surroundings, Krystal noticed something down stream.
"Village."
Fox and Krystal cautiously approached the village, careful not to be seen. Though they weren't hungry now, they were curious as to what there was to eat around here. The village looked like it had been there for years, so there had to be a local food source nearby.
Now about a few thousand yards away, Fox and Krystal hid behind a tree and bush and pulled out a pair of binoculars he took from the arwing and studied the village.
Like Fox suspected, the village wasn't the most technologically advanced place in the universe. They appeared to lack electricity completely and had quite a few domesticated fauna, mostly food. The town itself was mostly huts made out of animal skins. A large stone building nearby was decorated with statues and symbols, likely their temple.
The people were surprisingly varied. While most looked completely alien to Fox, quite a few looked almost Lylatian. Fox didn't want to think too hard about why Lylatians would be here. If he and Krystal got here, it's not impossible for someone else to have gotten here.
Fox thought about what to do next. The locals might be friendly, but he might be mistaken for an enemy scout or something. Alone, he might risk it, but he had Krystal with him. Had anything happened to her, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He could try to sneak in when nobody was looking and steal some food, but he might be found and killed and Krystal would be alone.
Fox decided not to risk it and walked away. Krystal followed him.
"What did you see?" she asked, curious.
"Village. It's pretty primitive by Lylatian standards. They don't even have electricity. They might be friendly, but they also might not be."
"What are we doing?"
"Nothing yet. I'm going to try to find a food source."
As they were walking, Krystal couldn't help but feel that they were being watched. She looked around, but found no one. If someone was following them, she couldn't see them, which made her nervous. A few hours later, they made it back to the crash site just as the sun was beginning to set.
"We should probably stay here for a bit. While it won't fly anymore, the cockpit should provide adequate shelter and protection from hostile wildlife."
Krystal nodded as they loaded their meager survival rations into the cockpit and climbed in. Fox regretted not upgrading his arwing to a two-seater, but Krystal didn't mind. She liked being as close to Fox as possible and there was no place she would rather be than on Fox's lap. Fox lowered the canopy and they slept through the night uninterrupted.
Meanwhile, the scout that was stalking them returned to the village.
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Upon returning to the village, the scout spoke with the village
"Do you know where they came from?"
"No. They appeared to have crashed nearby. It's probably related to the fireball we saw earlier today. I don't know where they are from."
"Are they alone or is there anyone with them?"
"They appear to be alone."
"Good. I hope they have a good night sleep. Tomorrow, they're going to pay our little village a visit."