He slept from dawn until dusk.
When Lin Chen opened his eyes, he could clearly see through the vents on the side walls that it was already twilight.
He sat up and stretched, a series of CRACKS and POPS echoing from his joints.
His stomach was still full. He had eaten a good three pounds of mutton that morning, though he hadn't drunk much of the broth, worried that needing to pee would ruin his sleep.
The moment he pushed open the door and saw Andre sitting in the yard, he froze on the spot.
"What are you doing here?"
"You're awake?"
Andre had been listlessly drawing in the snow with a stick. Seeing Lin Chen emerge, he quickly tossed the stick aside and stood up.
"I didn't actually leave yesterday. I followed you..."
He then briefly explained how he had tracked him, and also how he had shot an ox himself this morning.
"Didn't you say not to mess with them? Why did you shoot one?"
