John doesn’t even ask when he takes his own scarf off and puts it around my shoulders, another genius and well-timed move. It’s soft. Must be expensive.“I think we ought to call a meeting.” I say to John, not to Joseph. “Wait until Jacob returns.” Joseph says.I look toward where the forest tapers off into the compound, watching the trees for any sign of Jacob and his hunters. Unlike John’s gang of posers, Jacob gathered people who truly knew how to hunt. Men and women who had lived in the mountains for years and knew the migration patterns of all the big game animals: deer, elk, bears and the like. Even when the snow made the animals hard to find his group consistently outperformed John’s. They travelled by foot to be as quiet as possible. One girl who I vaguely recognize from my days spent living in the convent had proven herself to be one of the most valuable members of the team. She was quiet and patient and moved like the wind. Not pretty, but strong.