Huvi Pen

Aelf considered the Huvi.

The Huvi considered Aelf. It's black eyes devoid of emotion. It opened and closed it's mandibles, sensing the grubs in the feed bucket Aelf held. With a burbling coo it scuttled sideways on it's four legs, long neck swaying. 

Aelf opened the gate, shoving another of the creatures out of the way. He quickly closed it behind him before any wandered out into the yard. He felt a pair of mandibles clamp onto the back of his trousers. "Ach! Git off ye wee daftie!" The Huvi scuttled out of range of his boot.

He stuck his hand into the feed bucket and drew out a handful of wiggling grubs and scattered them on the ground. The Huvis cooed with excitement and began jostling with each other to peck at their food. Once the bucket was empty he began looking for clutches of eggs.

His dyna, Dwfwyn, was baking moth cakes for the village fête. It was a bit of fun. Games for the kits. Baking and gardening and livestock competitions among the villagers. Trading gossip in the beer tent with the other farmers. Any money raised went to fix the roof on the Shrine to the Ancestors and support the local crippled veterans.

 

He saw a Huvi standing over a recently laid clutch of eggs. The green balls were in a blob of brown jelly that helped keep them warm and safe from smaller predators. The Huvi trilled at him, scuttling back and forth, it's crest flaring.

He reached into the blob of goo and scooped out a couple of the warm eggs, placing them carefully in his bucket. He reached down for another handful. The Huvi trilled again and crouched, claws pumping up and down. 

Just as it sprang at him, Aelf put his bucket in the way and the beast slammed into it headlong with a loud clunk. "Ach! Ye silly wee beastie!" The Huvi shook it's head and wobbled away. Aelf put more eggs in the bucket.

Close up of the Huvis. Some of them are guarding clutches of eggs.

When he got into the kitchen, he set the bucket on the sideboard. "Was thinkin' I might enter my fried Huvi tenders into the the cookery competition at fête this year. Ye know, tha ones wi' the red cricket batter."

Dwfwyn started breaking eggs into her batter. "Oh aye? wha's brought this on then?"

Aelf thought of the annoying Huvi. "Ach, no reason. Jus' thinking like."

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Back to Quar with a bit of fun terrain. 

The pen is a pig sty 3d printed for me by the Mad Padre a few years ago when he was exploring resin printing. The gate had gone walk about so it's sat on my shelf for a few years while I got around to taking 30 minutes to make a new one out of coffee stirrers. It was printed in two pieces. The straw pile with the fork stuck into it, and then one big piece of hutch, fences and water trough all together.

The Huvis are from the MyMiniFactory Tribe and came in the latest box from Don.

Once I had a plan and everything primed it was completed very quickly, even with waiting for sand to set and gloss varnish in the water trough to dry. I've got some other Quar livestock I should work on too. A game featuring patrols foraging and partisans trying to stop them could be an amusing break from trenches and barbed wire.