“I must get you some decent clothes from our camp. Otherwise, you will freeze and die here, even before the rotting wound would take you.”
The man was silent, and took her hand in his own. His grip was strong, and in his pale eyes was a questioning stare, one filled with wariness.
“Do not worry, I will return soon.” Vierra squeezed his arm soothingly and looked at him with her deep green eyes. Her reassuring gaze made him smile, and he released his grip.
Fleet as a fox, Vierra traveled through the rainy forest. In her mind were a plethora of questions: Why was he here? Where did he come from? What was she going to do? For a moment, she considered taking him to the tribe's camp to recover. They would be safe there in a warm hut if the black-haired man decided to come back. He couldn't wa
