Blackbeak Bluff I know who I am when I'm alone

Well, he wasn't dead. Yet. Tweed had managed to make it through the past months without succumbing to hunger, thirst, or the elements. Somehow, he was hanging in there. Some of that could be attributed to the few bits of food he'd managed to scavenge, but he had to admit that the generosity of a few others was responsible for a good bit of his current existence. He had been ready to die, but the others he ran into hadn't let him. He wondered if this one would. Tweed had stopped several yards away from the other male, testing his reaction from afar.