Chapter Eleven

Kendra adjusted the wrap that she’d just created from a bed sheet to secure Eugene to her back.  Although Felix frowned upon carrying him in that fashion  - preferring to have him snuggled close to his chest – Kendra found it both comfortable and convenient.  It kept her arms free for important issues such as defending them with her bow and arrow.  She could feel the heat of his relaxed body against her as he peacefully slumbered off the meal he’d so greedily  consumed. 

She envied the security and peace that he was enjoying.  She couldn’t remember ever having the privilege of experiencing such a feeling, although she probably did when she was a baby as well.  Her memories began with the traumatic destruction of her village and the murdering of her parents.  It was a foggy and abstract type of memory that would mostly present itself during sleep, but it was a memory that she found impossible to erase.