Ghastly Woods Haunted

 

Renier Lyall
you can set yourself on fire, but you're never gonna learn

The boy still trembled. For a split second Ren thought he would try a run for it. Instead, he held his ground, and didn't waste time in telling his story. Giving his reasons.

It was nothing entirely unusual. He had to wonder if the rest of his pack was as young. He didn't seem to mention parents in this tale either. All he could do was wear a neutral mask, believing this must not have happened long ago. Instead was more recent, sending him here. How strange.

It was the other who spoke, which the Lyall didn't mind.  He wasn't one of many words, and he had no idea what to say. It wasn't every day you met someone who told you of their own mind monsters. Golden eyes flicked to the tall male. At first silently with what he said. Why he could understand what it was like carrying guilt, and some point it had to be beat. There was more to life than that.

"He has a point. Surely, you're alive for a reason boy." If anything, he had realized the fight wasn't one to be won. He had a new road a head of him. "There is shelter and food to be had. Plenty of packs around, not all would turn you away because of a single mistake."