"Good job. For hanging on till now."
That was all he said. He sat next to me in silence, ensuring that I could rest comfortably.
But how could I?
This was someone who knew what I had done. The whispers I told the mothers who carved pieces of themselves over and over.
Why?
That was the only thing on my mind as I slumbered that night.
Why would someone like him act like this?
The next morning, we continued through the snow.
He didn't ask anything else, he simply stood at the front to protect everyone who was still alive.
What little signs of life they could find, he would chase.
If it's a beast, it was food for them to have. If it were other people, he would try to save them.
We had 3 more additions to our group since he joined.
More mouths to feed yet strangely… everyone was surviving.
There's no need to sacrifice for meat.
He simply hunted what he could, rationed carefully and distributed the food.
