Emberwood i thought you'd gone

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@Dagur @Reno @Sadey @Lonesome Dove <3 prolly my only post here!

no @Gun. no @Indra III. and a mess of enemies growing beside.
each night he stood upon a small ridge, red eyes looking for his red.
and each night he'd gone to bed empty-hearted and blinded only by snow.
"we need t'get," he said this night. "no sense stayin' around. north, i think."
into the eyeteeth of the storm, but there were packs up there. marston could learn to raid.
he stared at all of them in turn, all of the gang. "we'll be back." he spat into the cold ground. "let them fuckers get comfortable an' start havin' little 'uns."
and colt, well he weren't no baby killer. 
but revenge had a fickle way of makin' a man act on nothin' but pure spite in the moment.
"marston," he said to the silent boy. "when the gang moves out, we cut our tracks low. go an' scatter the bones from the meals. we'll head through water till we hit the dry land." in this moment briggs felt more like a leader than he had before, turned lean with hatred and hunger. but the gang had to follow him to know it, and down the line he'd trade off again with reno.
their way.
the ragged man turned, and with the new perma-stiffness to his gait, set off at a shambling lope. they'd follow. the boy would work fast and catch up.

Reno’s ear swiveled as he listened to Colt.

They wouldn’t stick around to attack the creek. They’d move north until they had grown and could take down the group of wolves after they’d grown comfortable – after they had kids. The dusty figure looked to Briggs with an unreadable expression. He wasn’t no baby killer. His heart was not as set on revenge. Reno wanted them to pay, yes… but not so badly that he would steal the life from their young ones.

They’d travel north and find somewhere to make their plans.

Longer we wait, the bigger they’ll grow. North might give us some more bodies, though. Could come back strong.

It was the only cryptic thing he might offer. For now, Colt was in charge. Reno would follow until he needed to step up with the voice of reason. The Gang came first. They had lost two of their members after the events of the creek attack. They would be due for payback.

Sadey followed behind, didn't say much. Her own body growing leaner with hunger and hard wintering. She too felt lopsided, and pain would lick up her side at the worst of times. She woke up stiff in the mornings. She wasn't sure she'd ever be good at anything again. She briefly thought about talking to Colt having him put her out of her misery, saint's alive she wasn't doing nothin' but slowin' em down.

but she wasn't certain ole Colt would oblige. And she didn't think Reno would anyway. She didn't want to get ahead of herself, but the simple fact was. She wasn't doing to good. Ole Sadey was broken inside.

only one from me!

Marston was not attached to the land.

(Dagur was attached to the survival.)

If The Big Man said run to the end of the world, but kept his bully full and his coat warm, Marston would do it. That much would have been abundantly clear to any who watched how the boy became a fine shadow to the red-eyed leader.

Marston would take pride in the scattering of bones, of covering up just how long they had been here. Any scraps anybody hadn't bothered to take with would be promptly devoured by the boy. A price, he told himself, for the work he was doing here.

Then it'd be time to catch up proper. Trudging through the waters and the lands. On the move again. It didn't feel so bad.