The beginning after the end

Áskell shook the turkey vulture carcass, sending feathers and maggots scattering over the grass before he released it. These days he didn't really know what to do with himself. Without his father's guidance he felt lost and unsure. All he had was a vague goal and that was to become a warrior of Habari but was he really ready to call for Recluse and request the position? He swatted the carcass away and padded over to the stream where he bent his head to take a soothing drink. Once his thirst was satisfied, Áskell trotted off through the redbud forest looking for something to do when he spied a young pup. Áskell stared at the boy. Had someone been pregnant? He'd completely missed that. Áskell scented the air, feeling something of a familiarity though he couldn't really pinpoint it. "Psst, hey, who are you?"