"You seemed pretty skilled at butchering chickens and fish before. Killing a rabbit shouldn't be much harder, right?" Ivy Holden pointed to the vegetable basket. "But if you're going to kill it, take it somewhere far away. Don't let me see—it'll break my heart."
Jensen Morrison just smiled and nodded.
Ivy Holden looked up at the snowy forest, stained orange by the setting sun. She glanced at the firewood burning in the large earthen stove beside them and suddenly remembered something. "Hey, this is just one big, open room. Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?"
"No idea." Jensen Morrison looked around. Besides the winterized tents the film crew had set up, there was only this large wooden cabin.
"We're not expected to sleep in the tents, are we?" Ivy Holden asked, stunned.
The nearby cameraman chimed in, "Don't worry. There's a big heated kang bed in the house. A warm kang is a winter luxury for the people of the Outlands."
"But... there's only *one* of them!"
