In a forest. Towards Curt.
"You prefer dying in this forest?"
Litu quizzed, having his back to the corner of the hut. He was wearing no cloth. Aside the short he had on, he was beginning to enjoy the rawness of nature and the exposure of the body parts to the grace of the day.
But he still had several questions to ask. He was not going along with all the plans. And that sometimes made him doubt the loyalty and transparency of Hava.
He felt like the old man was baiting him and he was only being foolish dancing to his plans.
But that was rather dimwitted too. Why would the old man be baiting only him? It didn't make any sense.
Hava was standing at the door of the hut and was looking at him occasionally.
The old man was sharing his interest between the hut and the wild. He wanted to be sure that the coast was clear before settling down.
"Depends on your definition of death."
Hava said and looked briefly at him.
