[ That last, as stern as a father speaking to a misbehaving child, isn't to the young man, but to the wolf, who grumbles and flattens his ears but backs off a few steps. Fraser watches him, then turns back to the young man, taking in the blood on his hands, the fingers spattered with what looks like brain matter. Was that what he was after? ]
It's all right.
[ He repeats himself, because he's not sure what else to say. Brain isn't an entirely strange thing to eat, especially here in this harsh environment where they have to work and fight for every nutrient and calorie, but it's not what he'd have expected anyone to go for first... and certainly not in such a horrifying way. The young man seems to have simply shattered the skull with a rock and picked through it for the tiny amount of brain available from a rabbit.
In his shock, the only clear thought that manages to break through is that he'll have to find some other way of tanning that hide, assuming it can be saved.
That thought, and this one: which is that the young man is submitting the way a criminal caught in the act might. On his knees, hands out and up, head down. He's shivering. His voice is full of shame. ]
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[ That last, as stern as a father speaking to a misbehaving child, isn't to the young man, but to the wolf, who grumbles and flattens his ears but backs off a few steps. Fraser watches him, then turns back to the young man, taking in the blood on his hands, the fingers spattered with what looks like brain matter. Was that what he was after? ]
It's all right.
[ He repeats himself, because he's not sure what else to say. Brain isn't an entirely strange thing to eat, especially here in this harsh environment where they have to work and fight for every nutrient and calorie, but it's not what he'd have expected anyone to go for first... and certainly not in such a horrifying way. The young man seems to have simply shattered the skull with a rock and picked through it for the tiny amount of brain available from a rabbit.
In his shock, the only clear thought that manages to break through is that he'll have to find some other way of tanning that hide, assuming it can be saved.
That thought, and this one: which is that the young man is submitting the way a criminal caught in the act might. On his knees, hands out and up, head down. He's shivering. His voice is full of shame. ]
What's your name?