Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

Kieran was done. Done with the pain, done with the grief, done with watching as others kept his stomach full and kept him safe. He wanted to be useful. This was why he tracked down his father's scent, following until he reached both him and Grayday. "Dad!" he called, walking faster until he was just in front of the adults. "Dad, let me help. I'm sick of sitting around doing nothing while everyone else works." he glanced with a pleading look to Grayday.

"I want to help..."