Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

Betelgeuse was hungry, but he was not aware of the full extent of the locusts, nor had he succubed to the effects of the famine - the famine itself would get worse, and he would suffer through it. His eyes remained wide and bright, focused on the stranger, and he loosed a low chuckle when the other began to leave. He did not move as he watched. Maybe, maybe, he murmured finally, but the warrior knew that hard times were ahead, and he would not allow himself to fade away so easily.