Alone

The feeling creeps inside of Tau. He hasn't been alone since coming to this world. The cold absence of familiar scents is an itch that he cannot soothe for himself. The rough bark of the trees is his only company. He rubs his neck on one, leaving a scent of himself. 

He stops when he spots a flock of ravens, circling around a three-day-old carcass of a beast he has never smelled. He follows the scent to the bloated body. The fat raven's caw at another fight for food that they will never finish. 

Tyr walks closer wearily. The monster is a magical beast, but he isn't sure what kind. Parts of the beast are only bone. The odd thing about the head bone, left side rib cage, and right hip bone.