pace. I thought I was a warrior, but I’m realizing that even if I could outfight either of the females with me, they were born in this place. Or at least they know it like a parent, and they treat it like kin. Even when the white powder falls in our path and we sink into it up to the knees, they just calmly wade through it, like the cold white is nothing more than dry leaves dancing in a summer breeze.
