Darcel tapped his feet on to the ground. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he looked at his plate. The boy hasn't had food like this sense he left the group, all he's been eating is herbs. "Mother, may I have dinner..?" He questioned Lyric.
The gentle giant pressed her head onto the floor, as she wimpered. The beast was hungry.
The gentle giant pressed her head onto the floor, as she wimpered. The beast was hungry.