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@The Wayfarer

His stomach is churning violently by the time he stumbles to a halt, coughing and retching. I just ate an eye, he thinks, a wolf's eye. Not that he'd eat any other kind of eye either; the wolf part just makes it more horrifying. Finally, the eye in question comes back up with a wave of bile. He turns away from the half-chewed eyeball abruptly, distancing himself with a few quick steps that bring him to the top of the hill.
He focuses on steadying his breathing as he surveys the area. Snowy hills, the same as the rest of the area. The taste of bile lingers in his mouth, leaving him with a sour feeling overall, but he does his best to ignore it. I'm not weak, he tells himself, though he doesn't really believe it. Nor does he recognize these particular hills.