Almost losing his fingers to the cold, he managed to strike the match and light the fire. The dog wearily kept its distance after its betrayal of his companion. Animals do not forget actions that have wronged them as quick as man does.
I'm glad I didn't have to kill the beast and that it didn't attack me for trying.
As predicted he had been slowed by an hour. After feeling came back, and his articles dried, he continued making his way to his destination, as if he hadn't just narrowly escaped death.
I believe I will get to the cabin just after seven.
In the safety of being in near sight of the cabin his serious act dropped, mistaking the sign of excitement for aggression, the dog attacked out of fear for its life. He felt the cold seep in through his wounds, freezing the crimson liquid in his veins. Helplessly he watched the animal run towards its next food and fire providers, he shouldn't have attacked the beast.