Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

He was barely conscious when she came to him, and he slipped back into the darkness just after she finished speaking. He was running a fever, no doubt about that, but a dry and warm place would heal him with time. In the short amount of time it took her to retrieve the carcass, he relived the moment when he left over and over again, her words on repeat echoing through his head. It gave him a headache.

The "thonk" of something hitting his head was enough to rustle him awake, and he blinked wearily at the food. He gave her a guilty look, pausing to make sure she actually wanted him to eat it. And while he couldn't say for certain that she really wanted him to eat it, his stomach rumbled and instinct took over. He scarfed down the meat so fast, it upset his stomach, and he hurled it right back up.

Piece of shit coward can't even eat right.

Phox tried again, slower this time, swallowing with purpose and intention rather than with the ferocious speed that he had before. He did not know if redemption was in his future, and he wasn't sure he deserved it anyway.