A smile twitches at Derrica's mouth. How did she measure against a wolf? She's curious to hear, but not curious enough to derail Marcus' approach to this conversation to ask.

"Go sleep, Hamish," she agrees. "I promise, sitting up is a lot more boring than you're imagining."

Not that Derrica is complaining. But she imagines there's some wailing about to happen in that tent about how dull this trip is so far. It's a little funny. Strange what these children have found to object to on their journey when all their escorts are just pleased at having to navigate chilly weather and altering the lyrics to songs.

"Besides, it's cold," Derrica continues, her constant refrain for months now. "And you haven't come out with a coat."