Wapun Meadow Don't you dare forget the sun

She was right before, though it was only a tease.

He wasn't the sort that went around offering help to strangers. He was the sort that only cared about himself, now that anything worth caring about was wrenched away. What would he do? 

whatwouldhedowhatwouldhedowhatwouldhedo. God it drove him mad. Not as mad as some, but madmadmad. He wanted to hurt or be hurt; it was the only thing he knew how to do. Maybe helping a nice lady catch some vermin in the fields was just the thing he needed to do. Shred some poor fucking rabbit into eenie little diced bits and get a kick out of it.

..D'you want company? He found himself asking, for whatever reason, maybe to curb the ache, fill the time with something less mind-numbing than searching endlessly for something non-existant. Maybe just to see if she'd allow it.

 It had been a while since he'd indulged in anything, and boredom wasn't good for a mind like his.