The next morning comes too soon. Juta barely sleeps, his mind churning with questions and doubts. What is Ruto really planning? He's already feeling frustrated with the half breed being too tight lipped.
Ruto hadn't slept all night long either, his face a mask of stone,
Vulcan's men are already moving outside. Juta hears their voices, the clink of weapons, and the stamp of their feet in snow.
Without a word, Ruto stands, begins gathering his few possessions. His sword, the small pouch of coins they'd managed to save. He also gathers a few of Juta's things but Juta fully notices how he leaves behind the extra blankets, the cooking pot, and other things, as if he expects to return.
"Ruto. This is dangerous!" Juta says, his eyes snap to the cave entrance to see Vulcan already approaching them.
