• "We can rest here for the night, I'm sure they have lost our trail", sighed Jacobs father Red as they stepped into the small clearing.
    "Go ahead and set up the tent, i'll be back in a little while". Yell if you need me, I won't be far, he said in a reassuring voice. Jacob listened as he trailed quietly off into the woods. He wondered where he could be going, But was never one to ask questions. He walked to the center of the clearing and obediently began to set up the tent, keeping his eyes and ears open for any sign of the enemy.


    The night was cold, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. Jacob stood silently staring at the night sky outside the tent, waiting for his fathers return. The signs of winter approaching were apparent, and the thought troubled him. How were they going to survive out here during the harsh seasons? Especially when they had to travel halfway across the country on foot, steering clear of any and all civilization. Jacob sighed and looked down at the center of the clearing. He wanted to start a fire, but knew that would not be safe. Especially not now, with their enemies lagging not far behind. They were hidden, and had managed to lose the trail of their pursuers, but he still didn't like the idea of stopping for any reason at all. He didn't like the thought of them suddenly rushing into the camp at any time, armed and ready to kill them both. But he knew they had to rest at some point, and now was just as good a time as any.


    Jacob sat silently within the tent. He wasn't sure when his father was going to be back, or even what he was doing out there, or even if he was safe. Worries began to creep into the back of Jacobs mind. Horrible thoughts he tried his best to block out. But as the wind began to blow harder, making it's rough pass through the thick trees, and the night continued to grow colder, the thoughts only began to grow worse. The wind picked up now, blowing aggressively against the tent, and the shadows of the trees danced wildly on the thin wall of his fragile shelter. Is it going to storm? Jacob was beginning to grow scared, it had been almost two hours and his father still hadn't come back. What was he doing? Where had he gone? Why would he leave me here alone? All of his worst fears seemed to come alive inside his mind at that moment, and the uncontrollable thoughts of what could have become of his father began to come at him in a wild flurry. Suddenly Jacob could see a silouette of a human being outside the tent, and it was walking closer. He wasn't sure what to do, he didn't know if it was his father or... Somebody else. Jacob shunned away the thought and tried to focus. He quickly reached for the small hunting knife his dad had given him, and held it at the ready. The figure slowly approached the tent, and Jacob tensed. The person walked around to the front of the tent and began to open the flap of the tent.



    Jacob sighed in relief as the face of his father peered through the small opening. You doing alright in there? Asked his father. Yea i'm fine, Jacob lied. Whered you go? Red simply chuckled and help up a dead white rabbit. Hunting, he said with a satisfied smile. It's white fur was stained and matted with dark red blood. We'll have this for breakfast in the morning, we don't want to start a fire here at night, too visible. We should get some rest, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Jacob nodded and retreated to his sleeping bag. I'll be back in a couple of minutes said his father. Just have to put this rabbit somewhere the bears won't smell it. Red zipped up the front of the tent and began wondering around the clearing. Jacob listened to him bustling around for a little while, and soon the exaustion of the days events caught up with him, and he nodded off into a deep sleep.