Both of them lay on their sides facing each other with one outstretched arm toward one another. There in the dust that lay between them their fingers were entwined with each other, in a firm clasp that hadn't let go, even while they slept. Deshavi's face was so peaceful.
I guess it didn't matter what age you lived to, the right combination of things could still make one lose it and cry like an emotional baby. I wiped at my tears, as I turned away from the touching scene of renewal.
"Oh God please help me get these two home safe, even if it comes at the cost of my own life!" I whispered out fervently into the night.
It was hard leaving our sheltered little warm haven to head back out into the cold harshness of the wilderness beyond, but it had to be done. The snow was deep, but not a problem due to the work of my idle hands over the past several days. I hadn't had the best materials to work with, but I'd been able to fashion some crude, but effective snowshoes during our time in the cut. We moved out easily overtop the snow on them and headed south. We had meat left over from our kills, some edible roots I had managed to find and some rations yet. It was about the best you could ask for in Siberia.