There was no one there, and the feeling of being watched soon dissipated, but I still couldn't rest well all the way until Glesk. It was not because of fear, though. I was assured by now that, thanks to our efforts with the traps and the scents, the hunters were thrown off our trail.
Most of my restlessness came from the endless irritation that my companions brought me.
Humans. Slow, weak, prone to chills and unable to bear the weight of their constant hunger without stuffing themselves with food. And even when they had it, they were picky. They needed it to be warmed up and boiled in water, needed water themselves, better also boiled, and when lacking any of the aforementioned comforts, soon grew even weaker and slower.
