Emberwood right here is where my friends they used to live

If Lucius, in the end, could drop him near BDP that'd be great :o

His bony figure was sluggish, spirit heavy. Yet, when Lucius agreed to escort the waif a new fire stirred in Valtýr's heart. He had little concept of death, unaware how close he had come to an eternal slumber, but the weight of his emaciated condition was enough for the firstborn to comprehend that his mortal coil was frail and weak.

He blinked at Lucius. Though the male's even tone was compassionate, it lacked the soft touch of a mother or father. Perhaps this is what the softhearted needed, for in that instant his broad vermilion paws found their footing and pushed his skeletal body into a slumped seated position. Valtýr had always been a gentle soul, but now an urgency boiled in his gut and he understood what the older man conveyed. But was he strong enough?

Indifference no longer dulled the Sveijarn's gaze. Instead, determination sparkled, though a huff revealed the effort. "I-I can walk," the boy murmured weakly, uncertain by the statement but no less willing to try. He eyed the rabbit, but again his belly flip-flopped, its glaucous stare eyeing him viciously. "Mom usually takes it apart for me," he told the man, more or less unaware he had been coddled.