Sharabil opened and mouth his mouth several times, summoning the courage to ask the question that had been bothering him ever since his master uttered those words.
They were going for a hunt? Out in this ...frozen forest? What on God's green earth would they be hunting? He bet even the fossils of bugs and insects that once lived here are long gone.
They've walked for hours. The night had turned to morning which had passed and noon is fast approaching but they haven't stopped even once for a break or to do the actual hunting.
Finally gathering enough courage, he gulped and asked.
"Master, didn't you say we were going for a hunt?" He held his breath waiting for his master to flip and lash out at him. It might even earn him a slap if his master isn't in a good mood. He just couldn't help it, the silence was killing him.
"Yes, Sharabil." Hanoon replied and the poor servant exhaled.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!