Before the door could open she had darted into the room from which she had first appeared, her hair floating about her in a golden cloud as she ran.
The door opened, and Bram entered.

At his heels, beyond the threshold, Philip caught a glimpse of the pack glaring hungrily into the cabin.
Bram was burdened under the load he had brought from the sledge.

He dropped it to the floor, and without looking at Philip his eyes fastened themselves on the door to the inner room.
They stood there for a full minute, Bram as if hypnotized by the door, and Philip with his eyes on Bram.

Neither moved, and neither made a sound.

A curtain had dropped over the entrance to the inner room, and beyond that they could hear the girl moving about.