The animals don't last very long against a pissed-off Tintin. He stands there, panting -

then wobbles on his feet. "Oh, okay, that was a lot of biotics. Um." He shrugs off his backpack and shakily unzips it, pulling out a ration bar. It takes him a bit to unwrap it. Once it's unwrapped, he starts cramming it into his mouth like he hasn't eaten in days.

"—oh, right, okay. I will figure out some more food for us." Taharqi goes to do that, grabbing some of the meat and—he really doesn't have many ingredients here, does he, doing the food magic is gonna be hard. He figures out pieces of meat to slice and pull in the specific ways he needs to, and then offers Tintin some.

Horan crawls out towards the nearest corpses, then barks a "Wolves" back at them.

"Thank you," Tintin says. He takes a bite of the meat and makes a surprised noise of delight.

He is satisfied after eating a frankly implausible amount for a man his size. "I think I see what you mean about the magic food," he says. "It was a lot better than unsalted pork had any right to be. And much more filling than I expected, too."

"So normally you would have eaten even more than that? Where are you storing it?"

"I'm mostly not! I have enough genetic enhancements that - that's not going to mean anything to you. They did technology to me in the womb to make me - better, in various ways, stronger and faster-healing and better at remembering things, and one of the things they did was making it so that I can digest food more quickly and comprehensively."

"As long as it works. Are you too tired to fuck, watching you be extremely efficient against threats is really hot."

His body agrees with his words, apparently.

Tintin sputters a bit. "I- well, I suppose I could - really, now?"

"What's wrong with now?"

"Nothing, I suppose, except the wolf corpses everywhere."

"...maybe we should deal with those," he agrees. "They are going to smell in the morning."

"They are also not what I would call romantic."

Tintin helps clear out the wolves.

"You want romance, with a Kushite?" asks Raziya.

"I can be plenty romantic," huffs Taharqi with no heat, dealing with the rest of the wolves.

"I certainly think so. Other than this he's been very sweet."

Taharqi grins at him. "I am admittedly perhaps a little bit inured to dead things around me."

"Which is perfectly understandable, given your line of work!"

"It also means you are going to be the one who has to tell me when our surroundings are sufficiently free of dead things that we can fuck. Oh, but before I forget," he adds, snapping his fingers, "you wanted to be reminded to set up a water catcher? And I should set up a drying rack."

"Yes, thank you -" Tintin manufactures a device! He inserts the empty bottles from the day! Then, slightly reluctantly, he unfastens his omni-tool from his wrist and sets it into another slot.

"There we go. Milou, water capture." A faint orange glow emanates from the device, and the bottles almost immediately fog up. "I'll leave that to collect overnight."

Meanwhile Taharqi collects some sturdier-looking branches and sets them up in a somewhat-triangular shape to hang the meat from. Then he shaves some bark from the nearby trees to alight them to smoke the meat overnight.

Tintin watches appreciatively. "You're very good at - things," he says inadequately.

"Things?" he asks archly, not taking his eyes off the bark to make sure it's burning right.

"You had to learn all this yourself, didn't you? I have so much stuff, but if you took it away I'd be lost. If you lost everything you had, you could make it all over again." He shrugs. "I don't know. It's just - perspective. You know?"

Taharqi hums a bit to himself and tilts his head. "I guess? But the man I met today is a resourceful, skilled one who is quick on his—metaphorical—feet, and I do not doubt he would figure it out just as well."

"Perhaps. Perhaps I'd have forgotten to set up a water capture and not known how to hunt and - I don't know. I don't think I'd have done half so well on my own, is all. I'm glad to have you. And to be useful in my way."