Haunted Wood might just turn around (do 180)

conquest still hadn't come home and famine was tired of looking. he slumped down outside of serem's den, wide violet eyes doing one final survey of the territory. if nothing else, his sister sure was better at hiding than he was at seeking.

he stood up and shook out his fur, peeking into the den at his family. were they hungry? milk was alright, but it was nothing compared to meat; since learning how to get it, famine hadn't stopped looking for food. 

the child started his walk, attention shifted from conquest to his next meal.