The air smelt of burnt and roasted meat. The huge fire made crackling sounds and illuminated the area around. Two tree logs and a flat stone was around the fire. A blond man stood by the fire checking the skinned animal being roasted in it.
As a rouge he doesn't need it, he can eat it raw without any problems, but, ...... not those two. He looked back at the two small figure huddled together near the flat stone.
These two are not suitable for this life. Hell, they won't even hunt untill they are extremely hungry. But kindness in a rougish life can take you to only one destination, Death itself.
The man gave a tiny sigh.
Rouges are packless wolves. But it doesn't mean that they are all the same. Some leave their pack to get powerful with crooked path, some is forced to leave because t
