Two Rivers Isle [NaWOWriMo] And don't you fall, when it feel like hell

After such a short time of relative bliss, his wanderings were interrupted by the cries of the pup.
He grunted, ambling over to the source. If this was real and Cry ever found he left a youth to whatever creatures crawled these halls, the dark man wouldn't be happy. At all. 

His nose found the scents of fruits. Berries he could identify but the other smells? Too exotic for his knowledge but they smelt sweet. He, too, wanted them. He drew himself up on his hind legs and started to scrape at the boxes, not really caring where the pup was at this stage. He was sure it could take care of itself. The side of a box collapsed, rounded, red and orange fruits tumbled out. He immediately took one in his maw and chewed it, the sweet juice ran down his chin and the soft flesh yielded to his jaws. The ursine finished his short snack, his curiosity spiking. He batted one of the mangos, watching it roll around. He lept on it, diving to catch it in his jaws like a feline before devouring the fruit.

At least something good came out of this.