Ocean's Breath Plateau son

A question hit his ears that prompted a hot breath from his now open maw. How could he not be "good"? What about him suggested that he was not alright? Eyes borrowed from his mother flicked to a wolf stood startled, and straightened him to his full size.

The end of his tail curled, his smile fading. The water was cold. It had chilled him to his core, and looking down at skinny legs Chaudry felt sure that it must have taken his figure too.

He needed to find something to eat. His stomach felt squeezed, twisted and shrunken. He would rather eat pure carrion than tolerate it any longer.