Sawtooth Spire lone star

wintersbane doesn't know what he's doing — not really. he knows he can't provide the boy with the nourishment he needs ...at least, not right now. when he was weaned, definitely. but looking at him wintersbane can't even tell if he's old enough to be weaned. someone'll be along soon that can feed you. at least, he hopes. what were they going to do if none of the nursing/pregnant women wanted to feed him? he would starve. he would die. yet, at the same time could wintersbane blame them if they didn't want to add him to their already hungry mouths? i'm gonna take care of you, alright? wintersbane realizes that he doesn't even know the boy's name. he hadn't spoken to agana on any sort of personal level that he can remember. all i can give you is meat, kid. tone soft and apologetic despite his uncertainty on ...everything related to the boy nestling into the plush fur of his belly.