CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The son of the forest stood in one of the deeper tunnel systems he'd set up. He stood straight backed, his head tilted to the side, striking a dramatic pose in the mouth of the cave. He'd hollowed out most of the tunnel himself, venturing further from what had once been a survival bunker of some long-forgotten codger.
The son of the forest kept his eyes closed, exhaling through his nostrils, feeling the thin gust of air moving through the tunnel behind him. He reclined, slowly, one arm extended, draped over the shoulders of one of his dearest friends. His fingers trailed absentmindedly at the top button of the woman's shirt, swirling around and around as he absentmindedly murmured in her ear.
“They found our second home,” he said, gently, shaking his head from side to s
