Haunted Wood well it’s a mad world, it made me crazy

ha! he called. santiago rolled over into submission, completely still and silent. famine stood there for a moment, working to catch his breath, while he awaited the adult's revival. 

but santi didn't get back up. he continued lying there, similar to the rabbit which valour had once caught. was he dead, too? famine hoped so, because death meant food and he was feeling kinda hungry.

having already mourned his loss, famine opened his mouth and bit down on the man's flanks without the care he'd had before. this time, he was looking for blood.