My lanky rescuer would later introduce himself as Quinn, I woke in the dark to the echoing sounds of running water. Beneath me, was the scratchy feeling of hay, but it was warm. Sitting up in the dark I pulled the ragged blanket around me, uncertain as to where I was and the fog of the memory of being carried flashed before my eyes.

"Ah the mouse stirs." Although the voice whispered, it still bounced off the walls that encased us. I leapt to the other side of the room, landing with a small pat in a crouched position. Trying to will my eyes to focus in the dim light of a candle, that's when I saw him.

The boy I remember carrying me to….to…where ever the hell this was. His hands held up on either side of his face to show he meant no harm.

"Easy now! I won't hurt you. You must be hungry, you have been out for a while." His voice was soft and gruff, who was this stranger that carried me here to this place and watched me while I slept.

With a short nod of his head he gestured to a makeshift plate of sorts, made of what appeared to be as tree bark. I could see something on the plate and that is when the smell of meat registered. On all fours I crept toward the plate, but made sure my eyes did not leave the boy before me. He had lowered his hands and sat back watching me with equally curious eyes.

I grabbed my prize with eager hands and bit without hesitation. I let the hot grease spill out of my mouth and dribble down my chin.