The boy stepping out into view is tall and skinny, and probably looks as bedraggled as Beth does. A pair of orange wings are folded tight to his back, almost like he's trying to hide them from her. In his left hand, he holds a large hunting knife.
He regards her closely from behind a pair of dark sunglasses, turning the knife in his hand once, twice --
-- before crouching down to stab it into the ground. He's not a threat, not unless he has to be.
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The boy stepping out into view is tall and skinny, and probably looks as bedraggled as Beth does. A pair of orange wings are folded tight to his back, almost like he's trying to hide them from her. In his left hand, he holds a large hunting knife.
He regards her closely from behind a pair of dark sunglasses, turning the knife in his hand once, twice --
-- before crouching down to stab it into the ground. He's not a threat, not unless he has to be.