Bearclaw Valley With the thrill of a kill, vengefully, the engine will

As the pair broke ground, Piper energetic as always and Lucas with his belly swaying heavily, the hunger that was uncertain before crowded into the forefront of his mind. By the time they unearthed the cache his lips were slick with saliva and his stomach was growling into his chest. He stooped to pull out the first thing he saw: a mouldy and decrepit leg of some creature.

It smelled gross and it looked gross, but Lucas was undiscriminating as he closed his mouth around it and gave it a playful shake, eyeing Piper mischievously. It left a weird film on his tongue and tasted almost as bad as it smelled, but for at least a little while he was able to ignore that in favour of flinging it around. Whether or not he'd be able to stomach actually eating it was another story.