Tuktu Hinterlands this is what you do, this is what you do

the abstract concept of food, and of not-hunger, was enough to restore famine's spunk. he followed dutifully after clarence, murmuring to himself, hung-y, hung-y, while they walked.

famine could hear the adults talking behind them but didn't know what was being said. had he known, he might have tried to explain that chanel hadn't meant any harm. oh, well.