The Briarthorp is one of the many animals that makes its home in the upper shelf. It is a large quadrupedal animal which is able to rise up on its rear legs. The animal is covered in brown fur often covered in a natural growing moss that provides it camouflage. The
Serge felt hot with embarrassment as he gazed at the now dead beast. It was huge with deep brown fur covering its whole body. Dark hooked claws adorned powerful claws. The creature’s mouth laid slack full of sharp brutal teeth. Why had he let his temper get the best of him? He had enjoyed every single step of the trip up until he had gotten tired. It was just fatigue and his youth, he knew that. His youth that he was painfully aware of at the moment. Youth that had led him right into this things path. He was also aware that without Durwin there he would have been dead. “Thank you for saving me and I am sorry I ran off.” Durwin was silent.
He wondered what he would say to the boy. The past few days had been excellent. Serge had expressed his desire to travel with him to White Horn and being honest with himself he hoped the boy would stay a companion for a long time to come. Durwin separated the leg bone from the hip bone and hoisted the briarthorp’s leg up onto his shoulder. “Serge this was dangerous It is by Herre that I was able to follow you. Come lets get back to the campsite before the other predators find this kill.” Durwin felt the Deep Spirit stir within him. He knew that anger would not bring about the life Herre desired. “Serge I know that I am not a parent and that you chose to join me because I invited you. I want you to know that I will protect you but to do that you need to trust me and do as I ask. Also if you are not feeling well then lets address that.”
“I really am sorry I just lost my temper.” Durwin smiled “You are forgiven. We just need to trust each other. I need to trust that you aren’t going to run off again and you need to trust that I am going to protect you. Now before it is too late, how about we practice throwing the knife again.” Back at the camp, Durwin used the leather from his belt to hang the meat high and away from the camp.
The next day they made a quicker pace with White Horn very small over the horizon. Durwin had cooked them steaks from the