Wy'strn – Wii – st – ron (Like Winston)

Rat'ein – Rat – iain (Like a rat named Iain)

Lari – Lar – e (Like Larry)

So now you know they're really Winston, Iain and Larry with an accent.

Chapter 3 Women

"Hunt brother why are you here?" A swirl in the air clicked to another swirl looking through a third floor window. "The afternoon is no time to hunt."

"The female stumbled upon my kill this evening." Swirl two chattered back. "I was deliberating my next action."

"I see." Swirlykins responded. "Did the female see you?"

"No. I was cloaked." He shifted uneasily. "But she touched me."

"Where?"

"Does that matter?"

"It does if you enjoyed it." Swirlykins grunted with mirth.

"The female was heavily inebriated. I do not think she knew her actions."

"If the female has not alerted the others of her species it is doubtful she will recall the matter when she awakes. If she does have some memories she will no doubt pass them off as dreams." Swirlykins moved closer to watch the human woman sprawled, butt naked, facedown on the bed and snoring loudly. "This species are easy to forget."

"I hope you are right, Wy'strn." Swirl two sighed. "I would take no pleasure in killing an unarmed female. It lacks honour."

"You could always accept the creatures as a new pet."

"I would forget to feed it."

The pair froze a moment as the human they were spying upon suddenly finished snoring and opened her eyes. She groaned loudly, bringing a hand up to the back of her head and laid perfectly still for a few minutes before lifting herself up onto her knees with a curse.

"The female is distracted by pain." Wy'strn clattered. "She gives no signs of worry. You are unmemorable to the female, Rat'ein. As you are all."

"What is she doing?" Rat'ein ignored his hunt brothers provoke for something bewildering.

Both paused in their conversation, a jangle of metal rings sounding as both titled their head in unison, attempting to understand what they were seeing. The woman had turned on the small console in the corner and started up a recording of two other humans in a state of undress.

"Hunt brothers?" A creamy coloured Yautja cocked his head seeing the expression on his companion's faces. "You are flushed. Has something occurred?"

Wy'strn and Rat'ein shuffled uneasily under the scrutinious stare of their shipmate and continued to undress. Before reaching the hunting vessel both predators had made a pack not to speak of what they had seen. Neither would be able to live down the torturous mocking of their peers if anybody discovered what they had witnessed. Both simply desired to wash thoroughly, in the communal baths, and forget.

"Nothing has occurred, Lari." Wy'strn feigned a calm collected front. "We have merely been sparing."

"Is there not enough game to quench your blood thirst on this planet?" Lari scratched at a mandible in unconvinced study.

"There are many good specimens." Wy'strn finished stripping and headed for the steaming pools. "As you can tell by my magnificent trophies."

"There is nothing magnificent about your puny skulls." Lari snorted. "If you ever wish to see a real trophy I would be more than willing to present you my extensive collection. The females often visit my wall multiple times."

"Sounds to me like you are trying to seduce me, Lari." Wy'strn cackled darkly. "Perhaps you are attracted to my powerful stature."

Lari growled, pumping his muscles aggressively, before storming from the baths in a huff. Wy'strn continued to chuckle to himself, sucking his victory dry of amusement, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had, had so much fun. The moment however was instantly disrupted as Rat'ein stepped into the pool and settled besides him. The Yautja appeared dejected and a little paled.

"Rat'ein, you appear haunted." The larger male glanced at his friend sidelong. "No one will know."

"That is not why I am ashamed." Rat'ein uttered almost inaudibly.

"There is no shame in curiosity." Wy'strn shrugged. "We have learned something new about the ooman females today. Accept it as a lesson of their culture."

"But… Wy'strn," Rat'ein ducked his head down so his chin was submerged in water. "I-I think I enjoyed it."

Wy'strn was powerless against his body's reaction to his companion's statement. His eyes shot wide open, head tilting to stare directly at the submerged hunter, but he managed to catch his bodies attempt to lean away by bunching his muscles tightly.

"Rat'ein…" The alarmed predator attempted to flatten his voice to neutrality. "That's borderline sick. These ooman females are so small and lack tone. They have manes for Paya's sake! Their teeth are blunt!"

"I know!" Rat'ein shut his eyes and hammered his forehead trying to knock sense into himself. "But … it's exotic…"

"Exotic?" Wy'strn no longer found himself able to control the volume of his voice. "Exotic is six foot five with orange spots!"

Rat'ein wined painfully before ducking his head completely under the water. Wy'strn continued to fume above water, as he tried to reason the situation, turning to watch the bubbles rising where Rat'ein was hiding. With a deep sigh he reached into the water and plucked the smaller Yautja back to the surface.

"Do not drown yourself over this." Wy'strn huffed. "We will cure you. You have not had a female yet have you?"

"I've had lots of-"

"Cut the macho talk. How many? Truthfully?"

"None." Rat'ein attempted to squeeze his head into his chest via the neck.

"Well, I like you Rat'ein and I have a sister that likes me."

"No, no, no! I can get my own females!" The smaller male jumped to standing causing a miniature tidal wave to smack his fellow head on.

"Really?" Wy'strn shook the moisture from his face. "How long have you been blooded for?"

"Four years."

"And none? Even I had a taste in my first year."

"I have not spent much time on the clan ship. My sire told me to do as many hunts as possible for now so I will have a good reputation."

"Sounds to me the elder wants to keep the females to himself Rat'ein."

"No he wouldn- would he?"

"I've heard about paternal jealously happening before." Wy'strn rolled his eyes knowingly.

"That fucking-"

"Yes. And now he's made you sick. Wanting ooman females over Yautja females."

"I- I-" Rat'ein sighed, hiding his eyes behind a clawed paw. "Damn it! What's your sisters name?"