“What do you think?” Gailen queried.

“I think they’re all dead.” Targ answered.

“No, I went up to the edge of the village. I would have smelled death if they were dead. It’s simply deserted.”

“Are you sure, Gailen?” Alena asked.

“My feral nose does not lie, Alena.”

“I say we move on.” Targ said with a frown.

“It’s safe, I tell you.” Gailen insisted. “Trust me, there’s shelter and who knows, maybe rats or birds I can catch and we can eat.”

Alena scrunched her nose at his latter sentence. “Very well…but Gailen, you’ve been feral too long. Rats, for pity’s sake?”


~ by targoun on January 19, 2010.

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