The World Has Grown Cold

"Talk" Walk

He walked alongside his sister as their uncle hurried them along. His question didn't get the answer that he wanted, but his thoughts on the matter were diverted with the sense of urgency in his uncles tone. He hurried down the mountain, herded along by his uncle. Crimson gaze was alert, gaze flicking to every rock that could hide potential danger. Asides from their steps, everything seemed quiet.

He pressed his shoulder against his sisters, a subconscious attempt at reassuring himself. Everything would be okay...it had to be okay. He glanced at his sister from the corner of his eye, watching her as they moved. I'll protect you... He thought determinedly. He would make that a promise. He would protect her from the evils of the world. From their father if he ever came back...

A sudden noise startled him, causing him to trip and tumble several feet down the hill. Before he knew it, three forms were leaping towards him, their jaws open and wild eyes locked on him. He was gripped with fear, crying out in alarm, eyes wide before squeezing shut.