[She still follows. She's still following! He sees her in his glances back, hears her steps. Even if at times she starts to drift, she's back to him in moments. He wants to laugh. He wants to shout to the sky. Someone else is awake! Or, if not waking, then not completely lost! He's not alone.
Was it because of him? Was it because they were close, touching even? Or was it completely chance? He doesn't know. He can think about it later. For now, he's coming up on some overgrowth, what, at one point, would've been trimmed back or even fully pavement, now being reclaimed by nature's more persistent parts. A little deeper and he begins to detect the other sorts of like that have made it home.]
I'm going... to hunt for us... It's small... won't fix... the hunger... but it helps... it helps...
[When he hunted, when the blood spilled, for a few seconds he'd lose himself. His only existence would be the food, trying to devour it, waking to ruins and a hunger unsated, the pain and sorrow and frustration that could bring... but ultimately, it did help. His mind felt clearer. Maybe hers would too. Hopefully, he could control himself enough to let he eat first, if not alone.
He hears a noise and goes still. He holds a hand out behind him, hoping she'll stop too. Then he pulls out his bow and sets an arrow into it. He draws the string tight.
A breath passes. Several. Then again, the rustling. Out hops a rabbit, nearly invisible amongst the brush. He looses his arrow.]
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Was it because of him? Was it because they were close, touching even? Or was it completely chance? He doesn't know. He can think about it later. For now, he's coming up on some overgrowth, what, at one point, would've been trimmed back or even fully pavement, now being reclaimed by nature's more persistent parts. A little deeper and he begins to detect the other sorts of like that have made it home.]
I'm going... to hunt for us... It's small... won't fix... the hunger... but it helps... it helps...
[When he hunted, when the blood spilled, for a few seconds he'd lose himself. His only existence would be the food, trying to devour it, waking to ruins and a hunger unsated, the pain and sorrow and frustration that could bring... but ultimately, it did help. His mind felt clearer. Maybe hers would too. Hopefully, he could control himself enough to let he eat first, if not alone.
He hears a noise and goes still. He holds a hand out behind him, hoping she'll stop too. Then he pulls out his bow and sets an arrow into it. He draws the string tight.
A breath passes. Several. Then again, the rustling. Out hops a rabbit, nearly invisible amongst the brush. He looses his arrow.]