Chapter Twelve
Starlyn reached for her waterskin, swallowed a few drops, and gazed to the stars and moon. Her thirst was quenched but her stomach continued to grumble for something to eat. She glanced to Snowflake with envy as the tiger tore through a boar one piece at a time. Before now, Starlyn would have watched in disgust, but for some reason the fruit lying on her lap no longer sufficed. The fruit and vegetables she found no longer felt like enough to fill her bottomless stomach. They no longer gave her the energy they once did. She wondered if her hunger had something to do with her illness and grew curious if there was something more she could eat to gain strength.
A shooting star soared in front of the moon, causing Starlyn to smile. Her mother had told her whenever she saw a sho
