The Sentinels Weep

For a time they had stayed in the bay. It was a lovely place. One which held a forest, waterfalls and the cove itself. There was food but still hunting with just the two of them (and Malakai not much good) had never seemed to be enough. All these fat and energy stores went to hunting only to repeat and repeat and repeat... Malakai did not much care for the life of a loner, he realized. Surely he had been coddled far too much as a child, who had never a want for anything until his parents were gone. 

Malakai sighed, shrugging his slimmed shoulders as they moved. Honestly, I haven't really thought that far ahead... He admitted, his bi-colored gaze fixed on the charred woods around them. Quite frankly, if they were turned away, Kai didn't know if he had it in him to continue. He was dying on the island, but at least there he had been happy...