Alpine Lake the birth of merlin

Deviljho, she repeated in her head, although she dare not speak it out loud; she ran the risk of stumbling over the new syllables, and that wouldn't do. The steps forward, and the question, surprised her, and she felt the distant rumble of thunder—no, wait, that was just her stomach gurgling again. Damned noisy thing.

I had a rat a few days ago, Preeti admitted. Uh, a squirrel a few before that, I think. It has been a long time since I've had a proper meal. Lips pressed tight in a frown, she blinked in inquiry at the other woman. What about you?

Deviljho was rather skinny, but perhaps that was just her normal form. Preeti was on the lean side herself, even in times of plenty. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that this new acquaintance was starving, too. Who wasn't starving, these days?