Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

a young man greets him,
well fed
suspicious. 
he wonders
is this some lord of the flies spin off. 
it’s all children,
and he’s the odd man out. 
he rolls the bone between his hands.
grass and dirt
sticking out at all ends. 

what? no — i was told to get this. 
by uh— he’d never gotten her name. 
well, that’s a pickle. 
his stomach gurgles. 
she kinda looked like you,
redder maybe.
i was gonna bring this as a gift. 
maybe ask,
y’all got room in your pup gang?