They reached the shelter of a cave just as the sun vanished. As they huddled over a tiny, flickering fire, Kael watched the old man massage his scarred hip. Kael realized then that "the strong" weren't those who were born without weakness, but those who had survived their own breaking and decided to carry on anyway.
"No," Elias said, his voice quiet but cutting through the wind. "We keep the packs." Only the Strong
"You’re right," Elias replied, tightening his own straps. "Only the strong survive. But you don't know what strength is yet." They reached the shelter of a cave just as the sun vanished