Miki succeeded in capturing a fair sized bit of it.

Disappointment followed fast.

The thing was like wood; after rolling it in his mouth a few times he dropped it in disgust, and Neewa finished the remnant of the root with a thankful grunt.
They proceeded.

For two heartbreaking hours Miki followed at Neewa's heels, the void in his stomach increasing as the swelling in his body diminished.

His hunger was becoming a torture.