Morgan stepped over to speak to Nigel and Juraens. “Lovely party, I especially like the laptard meat. Is there any chance that could be an import item?” Morgan stood almost at parade rest with his feet spread slightly apart and his hands clasped behind his back. He was jovial.
“No, General. On Sarran we do not factory farm. Our planet is large and we have never over bred. Warriors hunt for their meat or buy it from the village hunter. We have no desire to begin animal husbandry. We don’t like the idea or have the desire to take the animals out of their natural habitat.” Juraens exhibited a nonchalant attitude as if the population numbers were of no concern to him.
::Our population is dangerously low. Animal husbandry will not be necessary for quite a while although all of the fems in Triad are pregnant.::The slight lines of crow’s feet appeared around Juraens’ eyes and his eyebrows drew together. A little ways away, speaking with Mrs. Soklov, Mark could feel Juraens’ fear.