My stomach is grumbling in protest. We’ve been in the frozen forest for about twenty four hours now with no food and hunger has definitely settled in. There’s no animals here, no berries or fruit of any kind as far as I can see. I’m suddenly very thankful my father told me not to shift lest I grow crazy with starvation within the first day.
Beside me is a very angry criminal who starts punching at a random tree aggressively. He was maybe hoping his aggressiveness would scare the barren tree and make it grow something other than branches that held no fruit.
Perplexed, I watched him with much violence and hostility, pulling at the bark of the tree before passing it over to me.
“The sound of your stomach is really distracting.” He growls at me, trying to scrape off another bark. The crimi
