It wouldn’t be as nice as staying within a house, but it would have to do for now. He slumped into the covers he had gathered for himself, a part of him still squirmed at the idea of hunting, but as the natives of this snow blighted land knew from long travails, and which he had to learn, sometimes survival has to overcome principles. The fur of the mats warmed him as he lay down to sleep, he watched the fire as it burned through its life as he wondered all his options. He was alone, he was without a goal and he was lost, but he put those worries aside.