Haunted Wood before then, mhm

i did it! he exclaimed through clenched teeth. birds near enough to be disturbed could be heard cawing as they flew away, but famine couldn't be bothered to care. he dropped the bird to ask santi, did you see me? i caught the bird, santi!

but then they were talking about doing this over again, and his mood went back down. you get that one, famine frowned, hunting sucks. besides, his bad leg was starting to ache which told him that it was time to quit.