the blood of blackbeard

There's no one around to entertain him-- one mom off rounding up some escaped goats (how dare Jael not let him help?), the other doing something alpha-y, and wherever dad was... Davey couldn't find him. His siblings were on his last damn nerve too! They had so many teeth! All of them! And they kept using them on him! Fuckers.

Davey takes it upon himself to find the next adult or pseudo-adult to entertain him. Sticking his head into whatever nook and cranny he can find, sniffing curiously as he makes his way through the ravine. There's so much to see out here, and he hasn't ventured all that far out yet. Every step calculated, careful, as he wanders through the red dirt. Though it's winter and the plant life is stunted, it's not all that cold a day. Early afternoon sun shining down around his shoulders, keen gaze on the world around him, Davey is exploring... and he could only hope to find someone to pester along the way.

"Davey"