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fragility of our survival.
    He is securing a rope to a tree, yanking it taut. Our tents are old and have been torn and patched repeatedly. They don’t stand on their own. They must be propped up and strung between trees and coaxed to life, like sails in the wind.
    Gordo is hovering next to Julian, watching approvingly.
    “Do you need any help?” I pause a few feet away.
    Julian and Gordo turn around.
    “Lena!” Julian’s face lights up, then immediately falls again as he realizes I don’t intend to come closer. I brought him here, with me, to this strange new place, and now I have nothing to give him.
    “We’re okay,” Gordo says. His hair is bright red, and even though he’s no older than Tack, he has a beard that grows to the middle of his chest. “Just finishing up.”
    Julian straightens and wipes his palms on the back of his jeans. He hesitates, then comes down the embankment toward me, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s cold,” he says when he’s a few feet away. “You should go down to the fire.”
    “I’m all right,” I say, but I put my hands into the arms of my wind breaker. The cold is inside me. Sitting next to the fire won’t help. “The tents look good.”
    “Thanks. I think I’m getting the hang of it.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
    Three days: three days of strained conversation and silence. I know he is wondering what has changed, and whether it can be changed back. I know I’m hurting him. There are questions he is forcing himself not to ask, and things he is struggling not to say.
    He is giving me time. He is patient, and gentle.
    “You look pretty in this light,” he says.
    “You must be going blind.” I intend it as a joke, but my voice sounds harsh in the thin air.
    Julian shakes his head, frowning, and looks away. The leaf, a vivid yellow, is still tangled in his hair, behind his ear. In that moment, I’m desperate to reach out, remove it, and run my fingers through his hair and laugh with him about it. This is the Wilds, I’ll say. Did you ever imagine? And he’ll lace his fingers through mine and squeeze. He’ll say, What would I do without you?
    But I can’t bring myself to move. “You have a leaf in your hair.”
    “A what?” Julian looks startled, as though I’ve recalled him from a dream.
    “A leaf. In your hair.”
    Julian runs a hand impatiently through his hair. “Lena, I—”
    Bang.
    The sound of a rifle shot makes us both jump. Birds start out of the trees behind Julian, temporarily darkening the sky all at once, before dispersing into individual shapes. Someone says, “Damn.”
    Dani and Alex emerge from the trees beyond the tents. Both of them have rifles slung across their shoulders.
    Gordo straightens up.
    “Deer?” he asks. The light is nearly all gone. Alex’s hair looks almost black.
    “Too big for a deer,” Dani says. She is a large woman, broad across the shoulders with a wide, flat forehead and almond-eyes. She reminds me of Miyako, who died before we went south last winter. We burned her on a frigid day, just before the first snow.
    “Bear?” Gordo asks.
    “Might have been,” Dani replies shortly. Dani is harder-edged than Miyako was: She has let the Wilds whittle her down, carve her to steel.
    “Did you hit it?” I ask, too eager, though I already know the answer. But I am willing Alex to look at me, to speak to me.
    “Might have just clipped it,” Dani says. “Hard to tell. Not enough to stop it, though.”
    Alex ex says nothing, doesn’t register my presence, even. He keeps walking, threading his way through the tents, past Julian and me, close enough that I imagine I can smell him—the old smell of grass and sun-dried wood, a Portland smell that makes me want to cry out, and bury my face in his chest, and inhale.
    Then he is heading down the embankment as Raven’s voice floats up to us: “Dinner’s on. Eat up or miss out.”
    “Come on.” Julian grazes my elbow with his fingertips.