Murkfang had eaten to his satisfaction, and the boy was curious about where he came from. Murkfang had no problem telling him because there was nothing he could do with that information at the end of the day.
The boy was wanted and would probably be punished for helping him, but Murkfang was curious how a child managed to survive on his own.
There had to be a way he could use this situation to his advantage, but Murkfang wasn't nearly as cunning as Byung.
He couldn't risk it; he had to learn how the humans lived. This was the first step.
"Can you help me escape?" Murkfang asked the boy, and the boy looked visibly saddened by this.
"Leave? I thought you were my friend?" the boy asked, and Murkfang knew he couldn't risk agitating him.
"I am!" Murkfang insisted, knowing all it would take was the child turning him in. He knew nowhere and would be lost, as he couldn't fit in due to his skin color.
