Hushed Willows So Hungry

food. this guy wanted food.
he was lucky that hearthwood kept an overabundance from the recent bison hunt. otherwise, boone may have said no. somewhere in the snow and dirt, scattered across the willows, were many caches he had dug for safe-keeping; all storing frozen meat. with a soft sigh, boone padded toward the nearest one now.
after a time, he returns dragging a section of ribcage, meat still hanging upon the bones. he would stay to watch him eat. you got anywhere you call home, tuft?