The Heartwood Bed Time Snack

Sorry for the delay. Started one to many threads around the same time

The boy did not make eye contact and sheepishly looked to the ground as he spoke. Luckily he did not seem keen on confrontation. This made Andr less defensive, as he thought of the boy now with a cowardly sentiment. A runner from responsibility. All overblown assumptions rooted in complicated upbringing.

Hungry. The word escaped the boy's hoarse throat. It sent an unconscious shiver down Andr's spine as it did when uttered by women. A man should be able to fend for himself and provide for others. The words he had heard many times prior playing in the background of his mind. But as battered as this boy was he thought little of his ability to capture any sort of game on his own aside from maybe fishing. He didn't like the thought of what he was about to do, but he disliked the feeling down his spine more.

"Show me" he said with a sigh, voice still firm but less offensive. "The scent. Show it to me. The odds of you taking down whatever you're following as slim alone."