The woman, one of the least injured among them, shared the burden of dragging the beast with the clean-shaven man, carrying it in shifts. They eventually reached the pillar of lanterns, and began to discuss their situation in short, clipped sentences. While the men discussed their pain, their hunger, and their triumph over the lion, the woman rested her hand on the warm lantern hoard, contemplating it aura of safety it radiated.

"Here... Home." She said, words rising unsteadily from her lips. "Kill again... come home here."