Swiftcurrent Creek You're here with me, Dr. Death-Defying

Nature had granted him kindness within the past few days. Kind within the grand scheme of the harsh month anyhow.

Well-off folk had no need for the scraps of their meals. Hiro made a feast of what little was left behind. It gave him a few hours worth of satisfaction, only to be hit with the reality of their rib-crushing skin as that time passed.

Hiro had become feverish within these days. And an unsound mind brought him to the border of claimed lands. He failed to realize his slow moving approach in this state.