Haunted Wood the local deli is closed, and i need meat

famine lifted his head from its resting place and began to look around. the world, once black, had transformed into a collage of diluted smudges and misplaced rays of light. he was disinterested in the scene as a whole, but found something worth investigating in the blobs which moved haphazardly through his shield of vision.

frustrated and confused, famine moved forward. there were new things everywhere; the smell of milk was enticing, but he managed to ignore it. small growls erupted from his stomach and throat, the latter being quieted as he clenched with intention onto his sister's paw. 

vibration, though light, drew his attention elsewhere. famine turned and looked around, his eyes finally settling on the bright blob of red. he crawled toward her, stumbling as he went, and again, opened his jaws wide to have a taste. he would soon learn that conquest's taste wasn't as flavorful, and subsequently abandon that part of his mission.

famine tilted his head back and released an aggressive cry of growing dissatisfaction. there was another blob, this one hardly distinguishable from the dark walls of the den. would it be worth it?

he crawled forward, bobbing to and fro, missing his target twice before securing his grip. famine didn't like this one's taste either, but having grown tired from his lengthy expedition, the boy settled into a ball and began to snore at his brother's side.