Crawl in a Hole and Die

New lands had been claimed and they were told to choose dens. Beat had stared around the meeting, waiting until everyone else left. He was watching to see which direction they went in. He went in the opposite direction. The melancholy boy decided that the best place to be would be the island that had been claimed. With the sea at his back, there would be less people coming his way. Less people to bother him. Less people to be affected by his curse.

The thin lad worked his way to the chain of small islands that would lead to the largest. Way out there. That was where he would make his den. Way out there where no one would ever find him. Getting there was going to take a lot of work. And he was rather weak from not eating enough. So Beat folded his haunches, prevalent hips sticking out like spikes, and looked out across the water. He had to gather his courage for this next bit. It might take a little while to do as he was a natural coward.