Haunted Wood we don’t gotta let him in

the child fell silent for a moment, aside from the expected belch. his stomach was starting to hurt more now; each one of valour's answers tied it into another tight knot. who? he asked. famine wanted more information about his papa, and why he'd been a bad man. was famine bad, too?

how come...not alive? he continued. the concept of death, when pertaining to wolfkind, was something that famine hadn't encountered yet. if he wasn't alive, then where was he? someone eated him? 

then connie's name was brought up, and famine couldn't help but whine. she'd become little more than a red smudge on his earliest memories. valium 'finks i don't have no family — wide eyes looked toward valour then, searching his eyes for an answer — 'cause i'm fatty?