Broken Boulder GPS me to the center of the earth

He wandered.

Further than might have been advised but it had become painstakingly clear that they needed more. More bodies, more mouths, more minds.

So there is some pleasure, in this desolate wasteland, that he finds somebody else. A man. Large. Working away at the snow.

For a moment, this reads as a threat. As if this man intended to make home here. But he is only one and perhaps he is simply looking for something. Lost.

Prophet offered a low chuff, tense as he awaited whatever reaction he got.