the eternally starved

chapter one: the survivors

It's been about 5 years in the constant, well whatever a year in the constant actually is. in the group was Wilson, Willow, Webber, Wigfrid, and Wes, it was a small group, but they survive well together, Wilson being the first of the group was default the leader, Wes and Webber where the most taken care of, with Wes being rather weak and Webber being a child, Wes isn't the best survivor, being nicknamed the eternally starved, but he taught the other survivors ASL, Wigfrid is a good warrior and helps too train Wes in fighting, willow is just kind of, the task girl, she's trusted with random task, unless it involves flammable things, then Wigfrid or Wilson will keep an eye on her.

Today was spring, Wigfrid had brought Wes with her too kill some catcoons, it was a simple way to make Wes tougher, or at least better at dodging, despite how weak those kittens are Wes will always end up finding a way to get seriously hurt, so Wigfrid always held some healing salve and honey poultices, Wes was kind of worryingly use too the sting of healing salve, with it being made partly from spider venom, Wigfrid was holding Wes' face in her hands, patching up a huge scratch that got dangerously close to his eye, the colour deepened with the dawn light "by ödin Wes! Yöu're sö fragile it wöuld take but a breeze tö bring harm töö yöu!" Wes mimed a nervous laugh as a sort of apology "nö need tö be so apölögetic, yöu just need more training!" Wigfrid patted him on the head after getting all his wounds all patched up, they both got up too head back to base when Wes' stomach starts growling, Wigfrid lets out a little laugh and hands him one of her bits of cooked morsel "what wöuld yöu dö withöut us! Yöu're as weak as the dirt under öur feet! And you need tö be fed every öther secönd!" she playfully ruffles his hair "you pröbably shöuldn't be eating sö many berries, that's the fööd öf the pray! It makes yöu weaker!" Wes mimes another little laugh, a giggle as playful as the hair ruffling. When they get back to base, unsurprisingly they both see Wilson and Willow arguing "IT'S BEEN A YEAR WILLOW!" Wilson shouts "YOU CAN'T JUST GET RID OF HIM NOW!" Wes and Wigfrid realize who exactly they're talking about "HE'S A LEACH WILSON!" willow yells back, insistent as always "HE'D DIE WITHOUT US!" "WELL MAYBE HE WAS MEANT TOO DIE! AND WE'RE JUST BEING DRAGGED WITH HIM BECAUSE YOU INSISTED THAT WE CAN'T LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND! NOW JUST LOOK AT HIM! HE CAN'T SPEAK! CAN'T KILL ANYTHING! AND HE EATS LIKE A HOARD OF SPIDERS!" "SHUT IT!" Wigfrids voice cuts through their complaining, they both look over too see a rightfully infuriated Wigfrid and Wes standing next to her, facing the ground, looking like he's about to cry "it's been a year böth öf yöu, a YEAR! He hasn't ruined anything yet! I am training him tö be better, sö if yöu twö will be patient!" Wigfrid was cut off by the yawn of a sleepy Webber, who was awoken by the bickering, willow and Wilson look at each other, not wanting the kid to be a part of this "w-what's going on? Did something attack us?" Wigfrid kneels down to the kid, speaking as softly as her voice will allow "nö Webber, we're safe, willöw and Wilsön where just having a little disagreement, yöu must gö back tö bed nöw sö yöu can fight the next mörning!" she gives the kid a warm smile and he nods, heading back to his tent, Wes looked at willow with an annoyed face, signing 'did you have to wake up the kid?' willow practically growled at the statement "don't look at me! Wilson was the one who started yelling at me!" and Wilson started the argument up again "and I was right for yelling at you! You can't just kick him out!" Wes whistled too cut them off, getting their attention again, signing 'I'm going to bed, do not wake me or the kid up' and with that, he walked over to his own tent Wigfrid speaks up "I'll have tö agree with him, let's all gö tö bed, and if I hear yöu twö still bickering like töddlers I will thröw yöu öut öf this camp!" and Wigfrid leaves too, leaving Wilson and Willow to pack up the thoughts, and leave to their own tent with a growl.