Yawning and stretching you stand up, looking down at the greatly reduced buldge of your stomach, before quickly looking around and sprinting over to the treeline. Squatting down you sigh in relief, shitting out the remains of the white haired elf, nothing more now than a purple tinted log of crap. Smiling, you clean yourself and return to the stream, sitting at the feet of the other elf. She was a great partner, maybe you should keep her around? But then again, your stomach is rumbling again already.
