Meanwhile, Shikyo was looking for food. Most Metroids seemed to be clumsy and awkward while hunting, something he never understood. It was the simplest thing in the world, unlike those things Mom always told him about. Puberty, metaphors, what did they matter? Eventually, Shikyo found a Horntoad, draining it after a moment’s consideration. They were his favorite food; easy to catch, reproducing like flies… he didn’t know what flies were, but he figured there must be a lot of them somewhere. He was distracted from his food by Kel walking up to him. The Zeta Metroid was incredibly tall, and had arms and legs. “Shikyo, Mom wants to speak with you, privately.” Shikyo spat out his prey, shocked. “If this is about that cave collapsing, it wasn’t me!” Regardless of whether it was his fault or not