Qeya River but i am petrified

After the boy admitted his state (while still backing away and being understandably distracted by the presence of the looming stranger among them), Lucani regarded him silently for a few seconds. Yes, he looked like he was about to collapse. But he didn't look like a puppy. They were in a cold region, but it was no longer the dead of Winter: he could hunt for himself, could he not? Create a makeshift den to snuggle in, look after himself? Either he couldn't look after himself, or something compelled him to push himself onwards without any regard for his health.

Either way, Lucani felt a natural urge to help him if she could. Food and rest, she summarised. Classic remedies for the exhaustion you're in. Come, I'll show you a very quick method of catching a fish. She inclined her head by way of invitation, but then turned her yellow eyes to the female. Are you joining us? she asked politely.