Cricket Creek Bog but he talks like a gentleman

@Orochi

soft grunts slip free from aching jaws as the boy prowls along, wincing each time he has to endure the unpleasant feeling of saliva trickling around pearly fangs and dripping down onto his chest. nevertheless he endures it, eyes hard with determination for no matter how much of a hindrance it had become; he would not abandon stick. the engraved tree limb is held tenderly and although it's not particularly heavy and had certainly decresed in size as reif grew; it was thick and anything would start to strain your neck if you had to carry it and walk. 

the fact that he'd made it this far with how unfit he was, was a miracle in itself. yet here he stood, very far from home. it made him uneasy. dropping his load, sage eyes scan the area before letting loose a sharp sigh. skinny limbs fall gratefully back so that he sits, ears seeking refuge against his skull as shivers run lightly up his spine and dull aches radiate from whatever spot's they choose to inhabit. this sucked. the only upside to his situation was that with the earth lashing out in anger, death was a much more common thing to come across and alongside fellow savengers reif would slink about stealing fuel from the bodies left behind by departed souls. it wasn't much and ribs still pushed stubbornly through dull fur but he'd evaded the startling possibility of something as mundane as hunger shutting down a brain as magnificent as his. the fact that that could happen still had him swallowing uneasily. 

shutting eyes momentarily; the boy sways lightly before shaking his head and looking about once more. it's grossly wet here but for now he's safe on a little dry mound and he likes the abudance of nature. crouching, he leans forward to peer curiously at the little cricket clinging desperately to a swaying blade of grass only to jump slightly as it sprang with an energy he could only imagine having. tilting his head he scoots forward as far as he can with his tail still resting lightly over his beloved stick, curiosity propelling him after the little critters at the realisation that they were all around him; chirping out curious songs that lifted his ears and had them twitching to catch each tone.