Swiftcurrent Creek I ain't happy; I'm feeling glad.

@Keith @Mazatl

He still did not know the boy's name, calling him names from băiat dulce to scumpul meu to even sclav at times, but he was nothing more than cordial to him through their wanderings. He pulled the boy away from the coast, deeper inland, away from the harsh winds and waves. To where, he did not know. How far this land stretched before the air changed, he was uncertain. He asked the boy again and again if he had ties here, any knowledge of the land around them as they pressed further inland.

He pulled him past the marsh, knowing that the cold, wet ground would bring nothing but ruin to his băiat dulce. He did not need him sick, for it would doom them both.

They sheltered near a creek, the water cold and almost frozen solid. He made no noise as he slipped away, determined to find some prey for the both of them, not caring if the băiat followed.