Greatwater Lake someone’s taking over

there was a man heading — no, limping — towards the redpine. qiao watched him incredulously, for he was missing a hind limb and seemed to limp on the few limbs remaining. this, she knew, was the kiss of death in winter’s jaws. unless he had a pack to support him.

he asked if he could join her. qiao examined the red needles beneath her feet and then moved, exposing a gnarled root he might take roost upon.

i can end it for you here, on this peaceful day in the snow. she spoke, examining the missing limb and contorted scars along his body. as you get older it will only get worse. your body will fail you long before your life gives out.

ever the pragmatist, qiao waited for his answer.