Lost Creek Hollow Too loose

When he realized that he'd outrun the boy, he felt a pang of guilt- but Ujurak had come the distance regardless, and now lay beside him, panting but safe. Skáld reached over to smoothe the fur atop Ujurak's head, hoping to reassure the both of them that everything would be alright. He nodded, still panting. Someone would come, he felt sure of it. 

"We wait," he breathed. "Hopefully, someone will just go. Maybe already on their way." He tried to be optimistic, for the both of them.