Oswald sniffed Tom's clothes from a disturbingly close range, he needed a proper track to find Meryl, he left without a word since Tom was able to walk on his own.
He had to walk through the whole camp anew, it was more than a kilometre large and three long. His mother was hiding in the veteran's quarters, more precisely in the most comfortable and unoccupied place she knew, Candle's bed.
Still infuriated by his friend's beating, he had to pass through the usual crowd of hate and ignore the regular poisonous remarks or gossips people would whisper when seeing him. Dodging two spits he saw coming he accelerated his pace, not bothering the many people that wanted to get him out of their sight.
There was no use covering his face, the few men that matched his height were scattered around the camp and their features were too various to make a mistake.
