Luneshale Pass [m] hilo rojo

The man disappears, and for a moment Nokht is alone. His eyes find the floor at his paws, rather than the entrance, and he sniffles; now because that pain in his side was starting to ache. Adrenaline could not be relied on forever. 

He tosses meat to him, and for a second the boy stops his sniveling. He looks on with trepidation, and pulls the meat back towards himself. The thought of poison doesn't cross his mind, but still, he hesitates, looking up at cold eyes, searching for permission. 

He always showed adults respect, even here, where it felt misplaced. He was a good son. 

The shaking had stopped at least, though he still kept himself small. He finally had the guts to summon words into his throat.

..m'I.. wanna go.. home..