Every burrow's frozen shut, and now the only thing still alive is a fox trail. I stood at a spot with no tracks and waited, not because I knew it would come, but because waiting is the only thing I ever learned how to do.

• NaranDid it really come there? Wasn't the wind-shadow side supposed to be right?
  CholmonA fox doesn't read the wind. It reads fear.
• BatjargalWhere'd you learn to wait for game like that? That's not a hand hardened by the steppe.
  CholmonI don't know. My hands knew it before I did.