Hard days made me

The cold was taking over, his leg beginning to numb but it didn't take away the ache in his heart. Where did his parents go? What about his sister? He didn't understand it at all, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever find them. He was tired, and the cold made him more sleepy. The boys eyes closed, and it felt like he might go into a restless sleep, but before that happened, he thought he felt something touching him. Was this it? Was something going to eat him and put him out of his misery? "Hey, wake up! Wake up and I'll help you!" That was...strange. Was he dreaming? As his eyes began to flutter open, he heard another very strange voice that spoke...oddly. He was confused now. Was he dreaming? Icy blue eyes opened to find a young female, and with her was an older male. He looked at them, then spotted the kill on the ground as the girl began to tear into it. Did he...hear a name? Saffron? Who was the male? What or who were the MacNarah's?

He shifted slightly to get a better look, his leg tucked under him as he eyed the pair. "Who are you?" He questioned, though somewhat hesitantly and with suspicion.