Bearclaw Valley they just gonna float out

He looked onto the bile with a mixture of fear, disgust, and disappointment. What a waste indeed. The boy was somewhat aware of the land's food shortage. This could have been all of what was left and here it was in a foul heap. But that was the least of his worries, no, it was Midar he feared the most. That hateful stare burned holes into his dome. He continued to stare at the vomit, even going as far as to contemplate eating it again. He couldn't bring himself to do such a thing, dread or not.

He gazed up towards the towaring beast and pleaded with his eyes. next time- More food rose up his throat, but he managed to keep it down. ...next time... won't happen. p-promise.