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Ivan immediately turns red underneath his armour as Boris mentions the idea of keeping warm with someone. He feels almost embarrassed to be in this situation. He frantically looks around to see Kalliope. He was not keen on cuddling up with a man, so Kalliope seems like the best option. He quietly scoots over to Kalliope's side and nudges her lightly. "You don't mind do you?"

He puts his helmet back on, the armor awfully cold from the outside air, he decides to go outside and get a few more pelts, they were supposed to be sold to the local trader, but after coming across the burned village, and helping out the fellows that surround him, it would be a better idea to used them as blankets. He goes back inside, and covers himself with the pelts, and plops onto the ground. "Gotta say Boris, that's the best idea you ever had, now i'm gonna get some sleep, keep warm y'all."

Growing up, she used to keep warm with the other children in the orphanage, so she knows that the tactic is useful. She looks at Ivan, as he scoots over to her side. "No. I don't" she just says and rests her head on his shoulder. "Sleep tight." she says to all off them, looking blankly ahead, before closing her eyes.

The boy has remained silent thus far, and his silence is broken only by a mumbled 'Thank you' as he crawls towards the barrel to partake of the proffered jerky.
The berry's held little appeal to him as he tastes of them, and so he would merely proceed with the meat-strips.

Tucked away within his own little alcove, he would subtly near Boris' slumbering form, intent on speaking with him first thing come the morning's light. However, for today, there was little he could do to disturb the hulking man's rest, and to a reasonable extent he wished to sleep as the others.
Only he feared night terrors...

Eventually, whether he desired to or otherwise, the butcher's boy lays his head back and wades into the quiet of the stream, drifting away from the world of consciousness and confusion. He is alone, and on the cold stone floor he shivers through the night, and Boris might even rouse himself to find a third party to their huddle!

(That is a poor passage, forgive me. And forgive me, also, for not contributing much to the role-play lately. I have been quite busy!)

The night would go on, then, without incident. Boris makes it a point to rouse first - he is an older man, as is customary he rises with the sun in the morning. As he stirs, so does his dog, Chauncey, who in willows over Tarben, who came quite close to them to wait out the cold. The snow outside the cave is thick, from the heavy snowfall the night before'
, yet there is no wind. The sky was clear, and the sun shining. Despite the cold, most might consider the exterior lovely.

Boris takes a moment to rouse a decent fire alongside the others who sleep, before he would meander towards the cave's mouth to check his snares, not yet knowing just how successful they were.

Ivan's face turns even more red as she rests her head on his shoulder. "Um... sure thing." He walks backward till they come in contact with the cave's wall and slides down it to make things seem more comfortable. As Kalliope closes her eyes, he does the same and rests his head on hers. He had never thought he'd be in a situation like this before, which of course, provokes him to feel very flustered. He surprisingly had a good sleep this night, especially since a woman was there with him.

As soon as morning hit, he opens his eyes and turns his head to see Kalliope there. He makes a big loud yawn and stretches out his arms as he sat there with Kalliope. He didn't want to wake her up just yet if she were still asleep, but rather to give her enough time to wake up herself.

At the crack of dawn, Drake would wake from his slumber, he would shake off the pelts, and stand up, picking them up shortly after. He goes out to his mule, and puts the pelts inside of his travel bags. He goes back inside of the cave, and picks up the small barrel of jerky, the strips nearly frozen. He closes it, and also puts it back into one of the travel bags. He pats the mule's nose. "Good girl lucey. Ya didn't freeze to death!" He takes the mule's pelts off, except for the ones tied to the mule's legs, so it doesn't get frost bite when walking through the snow. He heads back inside the cave, and sits down. Seeing as Boris is gone, he would wait in the cavern for everyone to wake and for him to come back, so they can begin their hike to the Northward Village once again.

Kalliope wakes up slowly, blinking her eyes a bit to get her vision clear again. She is not as cold as the day before, but she still shivers a bit. She sits back up, making it easier for Ivan to move. She looks at the others, waiting for a short briefing. While she waits, she starts undoing her long braid, hoping that her thick hair can warm her better, if it is loose.

As Ivan was awake, he awaited Kalliope to get up before him. He after all, didn't want to force himself out of her grasp, and instead waited for her action. He slowly gets up after Kalliope and stretches his limbs further. He walks over to the others. "So what now? Breakfast I assume?"

She blinks again, since the sleep is still in her eyes. She stretches, but stays at her place. No need to get in the way. She looks around her, counting all of the members in there small, rather odd, group. She squints and counts again. One is missing. "Where's Boris?" she asks.

Boris wanders the route in which he took the previous evening, following in his own trail over the various snare traps that he laid out the night before. To his surprise and good fortune, he would find that eleven of the twelve were successful! This was a good thing. There would be enough meat to sustain the entire party until the next town.

He stuffs eleven hares into his satchel, and recovers the recoverable rope from them for another day's trap. Before returning to the cave, he would take a moment to clean and skin the coneys, being sure to leave their discarded entrails out of nose-shot.

He returns in triumph, preparing the hares upon an improvised spit roast.

"Ah!" Ivan couldn't help but exclaim as Boris returns. Finally some good quality food. Hares may not be something like a deer to him, but it was food none the less. He rushes over to the improvised spit-roast and watches Boris cook. "Excellent!" He exclaims as he tries his hardest not to salivate at the sight of the cooking hares.

(Posting to make sure, the RP doesn't die out)

The flashbacks of the attacked still roams in her head, and the sight of the skinless hares, makes her extremely nauseous. She turns her back on the fire, to avoid throwing up. She takes some deeper breaths, and turns back around. "I do not want to be the one, alway making trouble, and I do not have as much expertise in the wilderness as you, but won't the blood on my clothing attract predators?" she asks, and looks down her blood-soaked dress.

He walks over, smelling the cooking hares. He responds abruptly to Kalliope. "Probably, but there aren't too many predators during the day." "So, when do we eat eh? It's about time for a meal isn't it?"

Boris takes a few more moments to cook the hares, "We'll eat when I cook out all the worms." he says with a nod in affirmation, rotating the staked rabbits for a few more moments before he plucks one from the wooden stake, for himself to eat since he didn't partake in Drake's saddle jerky. "Predtors would come for the blood, but the fire should keep them back. Just do what you can to clean it up before we move along, aye? We can only take so much fire with us."

Kalliope just nods and walks toward the exit of the cave. She feels the fine hairs on her arms rise, as she feels the cold wind against her skin. She shakes the cold of her, and picks as much snow up as possible. She carries it back to the cave, and starts scrubbing the bloods of her dress.

Tarben is perhaps the last to rise, the voices of his companions waking him as they stir and prepare for tge day ahead.
Unfortunately, the boy felt no more willing to travel, though he knew he would follow Boris were it commanded of him, albeit with a sunken heart.

As the hunter's return is celebrated, the butcher's boy comes before him, not daring to get in his way however.

"Welcome back, Trader.", he would say to him, feigning a soft smile.

"Did you see anyone while you were out?", he asks then.

"Or do you think we're safe for now?"

Sif stands somewhere in the snow, hidden, while observing the cave. She hasn't been here for long, but she saw a bear-like man walk past and into the cave. She brushes some snow off her shoulder and keeps her head down, so they don't see her. Might wanna keep an eye on them though. She doesn't want them to get in her way. Gets back up and starts to walk away from the place. She'll be back in a while. She's used to the cold weather, so she doesn't whine as much as others about it. Her boots leave distinctive footprints in the deep snow, but she doesn't worry. They'll be washed away eventually by the wind. She has a tight grip around her dagger, and she carefully looks around, while she walks. She isn't really interested in being ambushed. She's strong and good at fighting, but she'd most likely be overpowered by someone like that big bear-guy. She hates to admit it, but she's not as big as a bear.

Ivan was still staring at the cooking hares. Suddenly a thought had crossed his mind. He turns around, pulls down his chainmail mask and wipes his nose, still covered slightly in dry blood. After having done so, he turns back around and looks at the hares again.

Boris replies to Tarben, "No one's after us, s'far as I know." he says as he handles the singed hares with his gloved fingers, pulling them off their cooking stakes and handing each to those about - Being a total of eleven, means it wouldn't necessarily divided evenly. For starters, he hands one to each - Including himself, this leaves six remain. By the second round, there is only one left, which he gives to his loyal hound, who up until this point, would have been staring intently from across the cavern.

"After you're all fed, we're going to the next village North. Get you all settled, tell the townsfolk what happened there. Don't want to see this happen to another Hamlet, do we? 'Course not. Even if they don't plan to, best they be ready."