Dragoncrest Cliffs Tired, Hungry, Violent

why die off? he asked—for after all, lafayette had never seen a winter. he had noticed the varying colors of leaves, changing from green to red, gold and brown. to his mind, though, that didn't signify a dying so much as a transition.

he had no idea what was to come.

phobos' question, meanwhile, brought his dark brow into a furrow. didn't he have the same right to be here as the piebald man? after all, he'd be a man in only a couple moons' time.

exploring, lafayette answered simply, with a shrug. lookin' for t'ings to be doin'. can i help you?