Snowforest Taiga a wandering soul Traveling a well worn road

All of it.

What kind of stranger did that? Offer all his food to something like him? Boris ate half of it, and when he was finished, said, thank you, but, he nudged the other half the older man's way, even though his own stomach still twisted with the want for more, you should have some, too.

Oh, um, t-thank you, His face warmed at the compliment, appreciative and embarrassed. He hasn't done real good of living up to that strength. But he said, my mom chose it, obvious trivia, a waste of air - but he didn't know what else to say.

John's story pricked his heart with a heat that flushed his eyes, as he wondered again, was anybody looking for him? Boris blinked away the soft film of tears that had threatened to spill down his cheeks, and hoped they wouldn't come back. To John's question, he shrugged. Railthin, rangy, and recluse. Those didn't much add up to someone looking for adventure. No, he said, just tryin' to survive.

I'm sorry, though... 'bout your family, had John's question been a kind of invitation? He'd already shown himself to be kind... but there was a big difference between feeding a kid out of pity, and letting him tag along. Who but Brecheliant would ever want him? Boris toed the ground. Are you... um... lookin' alone?