“Rukh, no!” I make my voice louder, because I know that will get his attention. “No! Wait!” I lunge for Rukh, but he’s moving too fast. Rukh jumps to his feet, knife in hand, and starts to go after him. He leans on his spear, scans the horizon, and then moves out of view again. I wait, scarcely daring to breathe, as the hunter crouches low in the distance, as if taking a break. He only holds me tighter, a warning growl low in his throat. This is more than concern over seeing a stranger – is he going to kill the hunter if he approaches us? I don’t want to be responsible for anyone else’s death. As I watch, he draws his knife out, and a new kind of worry overtakes me. “Rukh,” I whisper, but he tenses and makes another shushing noise. I can’t see his face, but I can hear his breathing, heavy and angry. His body covers mine, as if he’s trying to shield me from sight. His hand tightens over my mouth, and he hunches low in the snow banks. Someone might have seen us.Īnd Rukh is freaking out. I can’t tell who it is from here, but the horns and swishing tail are a dead giveaway, even in silhouette. He shakes his head, staring off into the distance. What the hell? I try to drag his hand away from my mouth. “Hsst,” Rukh whispers, and his big body covers mine. The breath escapes my lungs and I cough, only to have one big hand cover my mouth a moment later.
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