The boy was quite a sight. His appearance was frail and skeletal. Honestly it seemed a miracle that he had even survived to be almost a year in age. As a pup he had been the last to feed and always got whatever meager scraps were leftover. He had never had enough to feed his belly and it showed in the fur draped directly over bone. He was a walking skeleton. Should one need an anatomy lesson then he was the perfect subject for it with the way that his bones seemed to threaten to rip apart flesh should be move too quickly. Of course that was a silly notion but seemed entirely possible with the way each and every rib could be counted.
Where he had come from was unknown but simply that he had always been in the area. He had taken to haunting the cemetery though. What other place could be a more perfect fit than that? Bones rested atop hidden bones. He had learned to lay out in the sun and just wait. If he waited long enough then at times the birds would come down to pick at his flesh and he could snag one to eat. It was never enough but at least it got rid of the hunger pains during the time. It allowed him to stave all the symptoms of hunger and starvation to make it through yet another day.
He was laid sprawled out atop the graves once again. He remained as still as he possibly could, taking only slow and deep breaths so that he could give off the image of death. He laid staring blankly at nothing in general and tongue lulled out the side of his mouth. The boy was once again doing the only ruse that he knew of to scare up some food. He was mimicking death in a place of death. And he was doing quite a convincing job, or so he would like to think.