With her gone, Ashûk's mind cleared and he remembered the shocks he had sustained that day. It seemed this female had lived a long time in the forest skirting Isengard, apparently without any of the residents aware of her existence. She was confident and capable, strong and agile. How long had she survived here on her own? Closing his eyes, he realized he needed her. He was lost and utterly alone, the acknowledgement like a crushing weight upon him. He supposed he could travel eastward, look for his inferior cousins in Mordor, but at the moment, he had no wish to be among them. He craved the company of other Uruk-hai, but they were gone.
His sullen mood was interrupted by her return, appearing at his side as if by a wizard's magic. She held up a squirrel and a rabbit in her hands for him to see.
"Choose," she said. Shrugging, he pointed at the rabbit. She handed it to him, then sat down with the squirrel. Using her teeth, she tore the skin and ripped it from the animal's flesh. Blood covered her hands in moments, the scent of it filling his quivering nostrils. He didn't waste any more time, and set to in a similar fashion with the rabbit.
They ate their meals raw in silence. Eventually it occurred to him that the Dunlendings under Saruman's sway cooked their meat. He remembered their distaste, those wild men, whenever they observed the Uruk-hai dining on raw meat. Frowning, he watched her consume flesh and organs, licking her fingers like any orc would, clearly enjoying herself. Blood dripped from the carcass into her lap and down her breasts. It ran down her chin. He reached toward her and caught a drip before it fell, and put his finger in his mouth, sucking the blood off, his eyes never leaving her face.
She turned to him, curious. Ashûk took her hand and licked the blood from the back. She watched him mildly, unafraid. Turning it, he licked the palm. He could feel her pulse against his tongue when he reached her wrist. He followed the blood trail up her arm to her elbow, then moved to her breast. Here, her skin was softest, warm and inviting. He closed his mouth over the nipple, tongue laving the blood he found there, teeth grazing the tender flesh.
With a suddenness that surprised him, she struck the side of his head with her fist, rolled away from him, and caught him another stunning blow with her foot. When he shook sense back into his head, there was no sign of her.