hunting

They scramble madly for a few days.   Move fast, sleep light- and then get spotted and go to ground, tucking into a small little cubbyhole for a full day where Sherlock has to sit down, his height won't allow him to stand in full.

He keeps watch, keeps a hand in Wyatt's hair while he sleeps, thumb rubbing at the little metal word.  sherlock.

Thinking, for the time being, on the true nature of resilience.