Kira stands his patch of ground, watching Ty's little circle suddenly wind him out toward a house. If he's the dramatic one, they swap places for the cold: it's warming up from fifty-something, easy, and Ty would rather wear a circle in a wood floor than just walk.

He should let him peel off and just keep going. There are stores enough at the house he could go a couple of days without leaving it--but almost anyone Ty asked would be able to point out where he lives. Bad plan. All plans are pretty bad, where he's concerned, which is probably why the answer to the question is more than once.

Act first, let the chips fall. Kira trudges past the house Ty's made a line toward just to be contrary, and slips into the next one over. It's colder inside than out, the closed space gaining nothing from the sun. By the time Ty follows through the door, Kira's pulled the hatchet from his bag, offers it handle-first. "Break down a chair for me, we can light the stove at least."

Answers, well--those can stay on the shelf for later. Cannibalizing furniture for warmth isn't as much of a non-answer as Ty might think.