Wheeling Gull Isle The people who survived the sword found grace in the wilderness

"@Malakai."

The trees blew cold. Sea water coated his lungs from mist at the shore. In silence and in word, he had promised.
He would not leave him.
Even if the rest of the world already had.

"Hunt with me. There are deer amongst the forests. Winter winds have collapsed the waves. You will not be alone. I will help you. Do you feel ready?" Malakai was old enough now that large game would begin to be feasible. Strong enough, big enough. He could not do it on his own.