Iktome Plains bone chill

Backdated to before BWP3.

The Bull is having no luck in finding others. Perhaps he ought to extend the reach pass the sand and sea, stick his feet in the Slough again and find the next unexpecting target. But he’s got… company now, if you could call her that.

The entire plan had been to piss on her parent’s parade when they came to pick her up, but it seems no one is looking. Or at least, they aren’t finding. So the Bull does as he pleases, he takes the child under his wing; gives her food when he can spare or find it.

The weather’s getting weird, too. It’s odd for the Bull to worry about anything, but here he is… sitting, worrying.