King Elk Forest Entrañable y Lamentable

Fearful ears rotate to find the voice of the stranger again. Damien was indeed his name, he admitted as much, but he didn't want to go back to reality just yet, but that voice was a whole tome in Damien's novella. It seemed like he could only run for so long.

He didn't want them to, but in just a moment his eyes had turned to see the man behind him, grey, old and impossible not to recognize despite the old, ragged look. It wasn't a lie, neither of them looked the way they used to, and the whole picture was little more than pitiful. Two ragged bags of bones, running towards death, and though Damien actually had every possibility to jump back to life, he didn't really plan to do it anytime soon. Burke, though, was as rooted on the ground as he'd ever been. He was resolute in fending off the stranger even though he probably wouldn't be able and it was not, in fact, a stranger this once.

I'm dying, he woofed fearfully, I need food, he added, seeing the slightest chance that perhaps Burke would find it in his hart not to let his son die of hunger. Their history was heavy and mostly full of dark moments and hatred, but Damien had only ever had him to perform the role his true father never seemed to want.