Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

The dark wolf stepped inside the den, placing his bundle of herbs on the ground near Atreus. The patient watched this dispassionately, eyes flicking up as the other man settled. Only then did he abruptly notice the missing limb.

He stared at it, until a black tail swept over it. His two-toned eyes moved up to the wolf’s face just as he began to speak. He mentioned a bright bird in a tree. The stammer made him think of Ink and his jaw tightened. Atreus only dimly registered the remark about berries.

Why did this man think he was interested in berries? Or birds? Atreus knew it would be rude to cop an attitude, especially with the wolves who’d saved his life, but he wasn’t particularly thrilled about the situation.

I’m not very hungry, he mumbled. He paused and then asked, What’s your name? Were you there when I came out of the river?