Ankyra Sound shovels & keys

it is only thinly that he veins the yearn to roll his eyes as she offers him both squirrels and turns her back to them: and him.

a bold move; but he wasn't capable of it nor did he mean her any harm.

debt paid or not, she was saving his life.

he bows his head and tears a strip of meat from the squirrel, resisting every gluttonous urge within him telling him to devour them.

throwing them up as he did the water would do no good.

anyone ever tell you that you're fucking stubborn? he asks in between bites; spittle reddening with the blood.

he takes another small strip of meat but finds little left of the mangled squirrel. he's eaten it a little too quickly and his stomach roils uncomfortably but he grits his teeth and swallows back the urge to vomit.

the Sea didn't kill me. means She must still have a purpose for me. he muses out loud, though mostly to himself.