Haunted Wood we don’t gotta let him in

why? each answer brought another question which famine hoped might make things clearer. i'm not.. no hurtin' people, and that meant this man valour was describing couldn't have been their father. famine might have asked more about the coyotes, but having convinced himself that this was someone else's father, he didn't care enough. instead, he moved on to something more important: co-yo-tes gonna eated me? 

the thought was ridiculous, right? he didn't know what a coyote was, but he knew that it couldn't eat someone like him. i'm eatin' coyotes, famine assured him. valour continued by explaining that famine really did have family, and it was much larger than valium's. his tail beat excitedly behind him as he leaned forward to ask, all mamas and papas? it sounded like a good deal, in his little mind.

a small paw slapped against his still full belly. valour mustn't have known that famine didn't understand what "fatty" or "working out" meant. still, they couldn't have been that bad because valour didn't seem worked up. okay, gordito agreed. he moved to stand up, albeit on wobbly legs, and shook his bottom to initiate play.