Haunted Wood There are lessons in life we all must learn.

everyone asked the same question: what are you doing? and famine's answer never changed. finin' connie, he replied with a shrug, 'yudame? he'd meant to ask for help, though his pronunciation was notably imperfect. 

the child stuck his nose to the ground, wondering if conquest's scent still lingered. mamá would know if his sister had passed by, right? curious, famine asked: you seein' connie?