Fresh meat was far more desirable to Freki than the packaged, but long lasting MREs. It was also cheaper. Practicality in mind however, Freki did trade in some of his supplies, namely the cumbersome shotgun, for MREs - stuffing them into the pockets he emptied. It would be handy to have them on hand should acquiring fresh meat in the field become unfeasible for one reason or another. He 'spent' good portion of his ammunition on fresh spider meat, acquiring a cooked abdomen and several limbs, some of which were raw and others that were cooked - he could, with his predator's biology, afford to eat meat raw as well as cooked, and both were equally delicious.<br/><br/>He set himself down in the food court, seating himself at one of the tables and starting to eat, digging hungrily into the abdomen and delighting in the almost egg-like taste. Freki, like his feral counterparts, lacked much in the way of teeth designed to chew and thus embodied the phrase 'wolfing it down.' Huge chunks of the spider flesh vanishing down his throat. He stopped every now and then to bite a chunk off the crunchier legs, watching the humans and GenSects move about the mall.<br/><br/>The wasps simultaneously relaxed him and set him on edge. They were beautiful and their presence meant he was well protected from Arachnoid threats, yet they themselves were threatening - they were very lethal and he couldn't afford to piss them off.