She fell into pace with the others.
She could not say for how long she walked, walking alone through the ice and snow, as though she was only one in existence. The land was vast and empty… until she came across something buried in the snow.
She ran up quickly, but fell into the snow in her haste. She looked up, her long lashes crusted with ice, and squat down, her hands digging at the snow. She soon felt something, and she kept going.
As snow tumbled off to the side, the blue face of a savage came into view. It was Tarzan.
"Tarzan," she called, patting his face.
At length, Tarzan opened his eyes and gave her a guileless smile.
Shi Jia rubbed his hands in hers, hands that never rested and were filled with blisters. Life as a savage was hard, and they rarely lived to old age, often succumbing to the nasty environment, starvation, or beasts. It was a place where danger lurked at every corner.
