We found each other when winter came biting and forbidden things could be done without whispers. We snuggled the season away, only waking to forage or relieve ourselves. One day I woke to find they had taken him again, his hands in cuffs as he trudged through the snow away from me. I followed them, keeping my distance until his captors were less guarded, and then I struck. My death was worthy but his was unjust.