What I presumed was going to happen today did indeed happen. Angelo had many pelts left over from the amount that the hunters had got for the cause. He began to stitch it all into gloves. I helped him a little after I learned some more.

  "When do you think we're going to move next?" he asked me.

  I shrugged, "Yuri said we're going to move the seventh or eighth."

  He shook his head, "No, like really. I mean, Yuri isn't always correct. In fact, he's been wrong quite a few times. I don't mind that. Everyone is wrong some of the time. But, I just want to know when you think that we're going to move."

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  "When it gets clear enough to move. Probably the eighth. We always end up going at the latest possible time, so that's probably the most likely," I told him.

  He nodded, "That's what I needed to know. After we get these gloves, nothing will go too wrong. Besides, it's only getting warmer from here."

  "Why do I think that's a lie?" I questioned.

  He shrugged. I think that what Angelo said had doomed this mission. Every ounce of hope I have had did, so why wouldn't Angelo's?