Chapter 11

“Graf!” he shouted again. “Graf!”

Finally Graf turned to face him, his expression vacant.

“Come back to me,” shouted Adama. He held out his arms, smiling. “Come back.”

Graf slowly rose to his feet and stumbled towards the cave. As he drew nearer, Adama remembered the bison hide and ran to fetch it. As Graf stepped into the shelter of the cave, Adama wrapped the hide around him and helped him to the rock ladder.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” said Adama, no longer afraid to purge, despite the presence of the Grim. They couldn’t venture beyond the water, and even though the floor of the cave was damp, it was puddle-free and safe.

Once back in the warmth and safety of the burrow, he replaced the rock plug and spread the bison hide over the bear fur for added warmth, for Graf’s sake.

“Are you all right?” he asked, taking hold of Graf’s hand and kissing it.

“I will be,” said Graf. After a small pause, he spoke again. “You really care, don’t you?”