High Hawk Season

He paused as his jaws reached for another chunk of meat. “N-n-no one is l-l-looking f-f-for me.” He muttered, his tone deathly serious even through the stutter. He pulled back from the carcass, his appetite lost at the question. If anyone were looking for him they wouldn’t have kind intentions. He realized he had no idea what the girl’s name was and he had made no effort to introduce himself. “M-m-my n-n-name is S-s-s-spider b-by the w-w-way.” He said, still not looking directly at her. For most of his life Spider had survived by the seat of his pants, never one to start a fight and always depending on others to look after him. He had learned early on from the abuse of his brother that he was basically useless unable to hunt effectively or defend himself. He had only washed up on the new continent a few weeks ago and already what few survival techniques he had were beginning to fail him.
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