CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENLimah's Gift
“Where now?” Sorrel sat up and rolled his coat collar away from his face. He yawned and stretched, using the sole of his boot to force snow from the entrance of our hidey. The mouse which spent the night scrabbling around in the leaves behind us bounded into the daylight, its shadow creating dancing monsters in his wake. Sorrel turned his gaze towards me and I shrugged.
Two fallen trees and last year’s autumn leaves had provided a ready shelter from the blizzard which drove us to ground the night before. I’d removed my boots in the darkness with pursed lips, but regretted not taking off my thick socks. Welded to the open blisters on my heels, they looked crusted in patches and the thought of replacing my boots filled me with dread. Sorrel winced and nodd
