Haunted Wood the devil on my doorstep being so shady

his language skills were rapidly advancing. famine could now hold short, simple conversations in either language, though he was still having trouble differentiating the two. instead of eating or sleeping, he'd found a new way to spend (some of) his time: speaking!

not necessarily with other wolves, of course, but famine did enjoy afternoon conversation with passing fauna. they rarely responded to his prompts, but he didn't mind because he still could enjoy their company.

he snuck away from serem and his slew of siblings for afternoon chitter with a robin. sitting at the base of the tree, the child called to his winged companion: one day, i'm eatin' you! famine's tail beat frantically against the ground as his mouth began to water, prompted by the thought of fresh bird cutlets.