Bearclaw Valley flat horror

His eyes alight with feverish, animalistic urge when the meat is thrown before him. The smell slowly coaxes him out of his fear. He’d swallow it whole here and now. But first.
”repeat what i’ve said about laurel.”
She isn’t — she isn’t r-real. He spoke out of desperation than anything else. His eyes were fixed onto the meat. He shook with anticipation.