Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

he has the face of someone from when i was young. so young that she had forgotten all but his name, that which he was unable to provide. i could not tell you who. maybe just a useless packmate that her family had left behind. still, there was the color of him, the yellow of his fevered eyes. it was peculiar, but she had no energy to spare the thought.

i will keep your bandages fresh, she says.