Sleepy Fox Hollow we devoured the gods

tentatively, worripa's tongue drawls across his jowls — instinctively mindful of his flesh tears — to collect stray droplets of water ...of which there were more than usual. no doubt, the split of flesh would take some getting used to but he does not waste much thought on it. cannot, when she says 'you kill' and 'we eat'.

ja, a breath. i killed. he affirms gruffly, the first words he's ever spoken to her; a confession of murder but not with remorse.

but to eat her? could the flesh of his mother give him life again ...ensuring that he and his shadow survive? to let her rot or to let her be desecrated by other predators who would not bury her bones after seemed a waste.

hunger was a strange thing. it takes hold with cold, clammy and demanding claws. you would eat wolf? he asks; tone muted. curious; without judgement.