Haunted Wood i ain’t politicking, i ain’t kissing no babies

@Serem

sleeping and eating; eating and sleeping — famine was living the good life. the adults rarely bothered him, unless it was for some sort of training, which allowed him to spend most of each day lounging with a full belly. though his language skills still weren't perfect, he'd already learned the names of his three favorite meats: coneno, deer, and birdies.

several hours had passed since his last meal. feeling peckish, famine sauntered from his perch toward the nearby meat store, crossing through the rendevouz site  to get there.