He would never forget that night.

It was terrible.

In the thick, hot folds of the blanket his limbs and body were suffocated until the blood almost stood still in his veins.

Yet he did not whine.
They began to journey before the sun was up, for if Baree's blood was almost dead within him, Bush McTaggart's was scorching his body.

He made his last plans as he walked swiftly through the forest with Baree under his arm.