The children were lost in the scrublands after their village was reclaimed by the dust. They found the big guy trapped—perhaps in a rusted pipe or a sinkhole—and shared the last of their dry crackers with him. He had never tasted kindness, only the cold wind. In exchange for those few crumbs, he dragged himself out and brought them a fresh kill an hour later. They’ve been moving together ever since, a trio of orphans who decided that being full was better than being alone.
