Wolfgang woke up sometime later. He wrapped his hands around himself, despite the roaring fire and blanket.
"Is like winter from home! Is Wolfgang home?"
The words fell on deaf ears, and Wolfgang quickly saw why.
"Witch girl! Is you having sleep in?"
Wolfgang resolved to not try and wake her up. She would not like the cold, he reasoned, it is probably why she slept bathed in flame. Naked. Wolfgang wasn't even going to guess why she was doing that. That was witch girl's business, not his. He sat up, rolling his shoulders and twisting his body in various places. Still painful as ever, but his shoulder did feel a little smoother when it moved. Wolfgang sighed, glancing about the camp. He wanted to get up and do things, to go fighting! God, how long had it been since he'd had a good fistfight? Or a wrestle? He glanced up at the corpse of the beefalo, which was starting to get wisps of ice on its fur. He wished it was still alive so it could give him another round.
Alas, Wolfgang's wishes were not powerful enough to raise the dead. So instead, he limped over to the creature, blanket in tow, and nestled into its still thick hair. The ice pressed into the back of his neck, making him grit his teeth, but soon the ice melted, leaving the hair to dry. As he was getting settled in, the campfire began to get low. He could see Willow shiver as the retreating flame left her body exposed to the elements. Wolfgang, being the sterling intellect he was, picked up the biggest log to hand and hurled it at the fire. It impacted hard, throwing up a shower of ash and reigniting the embers. Unfortunately, it also slammed into the top of Willow's skull.
"Ah! God- Fuck- What was that?" Willow screamed, flailing in the blaze. Her legs didn't quite want to work, as they only managed to kick up dirt rather than getting her upright. Her hands had more purpose, clutching her head to protect against the blow that had already come.
"Wolfgang is sorry witch girl! Try to restart fire, but your face not in good place," Wolfgang replied, sinking a bit lower into the blanket.
"Fuck- ARGH!" Willow roared as her legs continued to misbehave, "it felt like a damn brick!"
"Was very brick-shaped, is true."
"Shut up willy, I'm not in the mood," Willow said, rubbing her forehead harder and gritting her teeth, "ARGH!"
"Is not Willy, is Wolfgang," Wolfgang explained, taking a deep breath and rasing his face over the blanket, "Does witch girl need help?"
"No no, I just- Fuck man, that really hurt."
"Is sorry. Wolfgang not know how to fix head hurt."
The two of them lapsed into a silence as cold as the air. Wolfgang stayed very still, waiting for Willow's rage to fade. Willow kept her hands on her head as a large sized egg built itself beneath her black hair. Her rage did not fade, and a growl escaped her lips every time her palm skipped off the bruise.
"What're ya doin over there anyway?"
"Here?"
"Yeah dumbass. Willy sleeps over there," Willow said, gesturing to where Wolfgang had woken up.
"Is change of scenery."
"That it huh? Well if you walk a couplea hundred metres that way," Willow jerked a thumb in the direction of the field of boulders, "you'll find some real different scenery."
"What out there?"
Willow turned to look out into the trees, and her face hardened, "trust me, you don't wanna know."
"Will it come here?"
"Ya sure you ain't willy?" Willow turned back to the fire, moving the heavy wood Wolfgang had thrown into a better place, "I'm hopin' not, but I'm not used ta gettin' what I want."
"If come, Wolfgang will fight," Wolfgang's fists tightened beneath the blankets. His muscles stung from cold and underuse.
"Issat a promise?"
"Yes. Wolfgang always keep promise."
"Right. Well promise me you won't throw anymore wood at me," Willow replied, turning to stare at Wolfgang, "and while we're on the subject, promise me you'll let me sleep."
"Wolfgang promise. Also, is very sorry."
"Yeah yeah," Willow replied, turning over in the flames.
