Haunted Wood morning glory

famine followed closely behind the woman's footsteps, listening carefully to each of her words. changing families again couldn't be too difficult, right? the pair reached the cache and he immediately began searching through the cuts, still thinking over the offer.

he eventually pulled away with a half-rotten bird. okay, famine agreed, placing the bird down for his first bite. i'm good at fighting, but not hunting, he admitted. the gargoyle was hilariously bad, probably moreso now.

my name is famine, he told her. assuming the woman introduced herself in turn, he continued: fighting after food makes me sick, but maybe not this time.