Blackwater Islands mother

He snaked his head low to peer at the children. Squirming in the dirt, all dark and dingy, they did not look as wolves.

These were nothing more than slugs to Pelagius. Perhaps it was a good thing he actually quite liked slugs.

He twisted his head to an unnatural angle, ignoring how it strained his neck to the point of pain, only relenting when the pull grew unbearable.

Whatever you wish for, mother, I will give it. I will find a fifth, if you desire it. He babbled, reaching back to pull the skull from between his shoulder blades. Down it went, hitting the dirt tines first.

He would leave it here. For her.