4 Hawk

I think I feel fine, but I don't want to be wrong. I lift my head to see if I can see any rashes beginning to form, but there was not. I felt myself sigh a sigh of relief, however, my journey is far from over. The man I have grown to recognize is standing close as if to see if he can find an answer for why I came from nowhere. Thus, when he realized I was conscious he backed away and asked, "Are you hungry." While I am still hesitant, I couldn't hide the fact that I haven't eaten in hours and my stomach has begun to rumble. I nod my head. As he turned I could make out a large, bold, scar scaling his back. "Has he been attacked? Has he been savaged by an animal? Is there another person that tried to kill him?" So many questions raced through my head alas I did not want to anger him. When the man returned he handed me a wooden bowl full of berries and dried meat. I thanked him and gratefully accepted what I was offered. He sat down next to me, and watched as I ate. "Are you feeling any better?" The mysterious man asked. "Yes." I replied as I chewed my berries. "Hawk." He said. Confused I lowered my bowl and looked at him curiously. "That's my name." He told me with a lowered voice. "I stay away from the others. They think I'm dead. They have to. Otherwise, THEY, would kill me." I looked to him completely engulfed in the story I was sure he was going to tell me. "Who are "THEY"?" I asked. "The ones who thought I did it. The ones who thought I killed him."