Blackfeather Woods dark hiding place

As desperate as the boy was, it had been ingrained within his spirit to never buckle nor to ever beg; even now as he sat dying from hunger on the doorsteps of his salvation, he would not look to the oncoming shadow and cry out. Crescent had a warriors spirit trapped in his feeble body. He had the pride bestowed to him by his predecessor, his great sense of self worth; nd while he knew he needed to show this value off and get the dark man to see this worth, he averted his eyes and watched Potema. She had been his guide so far, and she had made promises. He did not know if they could be trustedone entirely, but the shy boy was desperate - just as she was - for the outcome of the ongoing conversation.  At the very least, Crescent pulled his head and shoulders up, and supported his torso for a shuddering moment.