Dante held his trembling little Omegina tightly in his arms. His rough hands gently wiped away Tania's tears, his gaze full of determination mixed with sorrow:
"I was the one who suggested it, there is no way to survive here anymore. Are you willing to follow me to live in another tribe? We might be looked down upon by others, but at least we will have food to eat."
"Wherever you go, I will follow, please don't leave me, boo hoo! I don't need to eat a lot, I am very good at enduring hunger!" Tania was utterly terrified, both hands tightly gripping Dante's clothes.
These past few days, he was very worried that his mate would not be able to feed him. With the pressure weighing heavily on Dante's shoulders, Tania had tried to eat less to the point where his stomach cramped with pain.
