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They were low, desperately low now. On food. spare blankets, on pretty much everything apart from water. Tempers were high and the Fort was rife with snarled arguments and fights as Casa began to turn on itself. Throughout the wind and rain and the dangerous weather Lorenzo made regular small forays into the world outside the Fort and brought back what dead animals he could find. Sometimes he found nothing, sometimes he only found a little like now, he came back inside thoroughly soaked to the core with a dead dove gripped in his jaws, its neck and wings snapped by the furious wind.
Shivering from the cold that gripped him Lorenzo paced his way through the sodden corridors of the court, searching for somebody who would have use for the small bird he he;d. He didn't touch a single bite of it himself despite his already skinny physique from before the storm. He could survive on sheer will power for at least a few more days if it came to that. A familiar but unknown scent found him winding deeper through the inches of water that had collected. That of his family, his personal family of the Knight line.
He found his sister, the older one who he had never met before to his knowledge, he knew her name was Sophia but that was about it as far as personal information went, he hardly even knew what she had looked like, he handed over the bird to her,
"'Ere this is fer yerself."
