Recovery
The two boys seemed just as distraught as he suspected, one of them even began to wail out that they had died. Mithras' gut winged and he winced, stepping forward quickly hoping to be able to offer some kind of comfort. "Ssh, no, wait! You're not dead. Or at least, if you are I am too, and I don't remember dying." He tried to smile at them."My name is Mithras," he said, "And I lead the pack that lives in these lands. Would you boys like something to eat? You must be starving." Perhaps it was the way water and mud clung to them, but they looked thin and scraggily. Plus, if Faria would be able to take a look that them he wasn't going to complain. "Were you washed away in the flood? Do you need help getting home?" Wherever the boys had come from, he was sure their parents must have been missing them terribly. He couldn't even imagine if he'd lost his girls in the the storm, the panic... Simply seeing Faria pinned under the tree would haunt him for months to come, he was sure. Mithras looked to the horizon, hoping in vain to see some sort of figure already hunting the boys down. |
