Finally, Russell staggered up the cellar stairs and outside to the porch to clear the smell of crisped Carrick from his nose. And get some fresh air. He looked pale and exhausted. He leaned against the porch rail for a moment until the world stopped spinning. He was assuming that he would heal from the blood loss of feeding Carrick soon.
He was startled by the sound of angry chopping and turned to see Noctis inexpertly swinging the ax at a helpless tree.
"Oi! Don't chop down the trees!" Gods, what had he done to deserve this?