Beside the fire we had made, we both let forth the common thought we had. The first to find the words to speak was Hul:
We could live in peace and never need, our families subsisting off the land, away and safe from all these awful things and waiting for the white plague’s course to run. With just a little planting this here bank could easily bear fruit in little time- I think a season might be all we’d need, then carefully at first we could begin to ration out the crop which then would grow.
Within the hour both Hul and I were up and tidying our camp for further hunt. Neither could the other look upon for neither could believe our wild acts. We felt ashamed of our adultery, and also for the knot we each had put amidst the simple thread, our history. At last the silence broke at Hul’s behest:
I heard a pack of wolves up north last night.
First I, then Hul felt an internal flinch at merest mention of the night before. Hul, hiding well his cringe, continued on: ...