They will in a day or two, and by then, the game will be gone. Hunting's a fine impulse, and Vlast likelier than most to weather the frigid night. So it can't be that which stays Isaac.
He's arrayed himself by cavern mouth, to watch the storm, to watch for stragglers - to watch, at last, that great wash of light. It's been a long day flattering Lyme and avoiding the dogs, a longer evening fretting after frostbite. Now, flicking the lighter between his hands, weariness outpaces sleep. Boredom does.
They could use the game. He could use the company.
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They will in a day or two, and by then, the game will be gone. Hunting's a fine impulse, and Vlast likelier than most to weather the frigid night. So it can't be that which stays Isaac.
He's arrayed himself by cavern mouth, to watch the storm, to watch for stragglers - to watch, at last, that great wash of light. It's been a long day flattering Lyme and avoiding the dogs, a longer evening fretting after frostbite. Now, flicking the lighter between his hands, weariness outpaces sleep. Boredom does.
They could use the game. He could use the company.
"How do you hunt?"