04-12-2021, 12:01 AM
WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED
— THE FIRST FROST IS OVER, BUT IT WILL NEVER LEAVE US
A child on the border was such a sad sight to see. Defenceless, inanimate - scared little things never lived long in such winters. It was common practice for many to cannibalize their children, or sacrifice them in times of need. Such a practice was brutal, but the world was a brutal one.
Then came the reign of clans, of order. Where children and elder's alike were protected. For their innocence, their knowledge. Clans bound together for the single fact that it was easier together. Still it was a sight to see such a thing bracing against very stangers, them all the kind of known for- teh reputation of savages. Jack wonders if the mother was truly smart in leaving their child here, knowing their child would be welcomed into a feared clan, protected. Or was she truly dead?
"Weak now, maybe." The kodkod offered in greeting, looking towards the shaken cub. "But you will grow strong, as all must. Welcome to the desert of the Pitt little one." The white coat of the kodkod was brazen in the sands, in the night they almost glowed under the moonlight. "You may call me Jack. "