"Taking their sweet time aren't they?" Marco mutters.
"Shh," Vicky shushes him.
Or at least, she attempts to. Marco has never been that easy to shush. "Can we at least put the heater on?" he groans. "I get why we have to have the windows down. We're waiting for a wolf pack. We need to smell them. They need to smell us. But—"
"Marco," Vicky mutters. "Please."
"Okay. Fine. But I'm going to shift."
Ed looks up from his phone. "You what?"
"Hey! Don't use that tone! You're wearing that big, puffy jacket thing. I can't afford a good coat... apart from my actual fur coat that is."
"You'll be fine," Vicky growls. "I'm not wearing a jacket."
"Yeah." Marco swivels to face her directly. "I noticed. And frankly, that's a little terrifying. Like, being tough is one thing, but hypothermia is—"
"Do you smell that?" you ask.
Everyone falls quiet.
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