“Just us,” he said again. “Just friends and enemies; just us and . . .” He searched for a word that would encapsulate it all, the crash, the explosion, the ice, the water, the fog, the rain, the bitterness, the strife, the nightmare, the bear, the iceberg, the walrus and the whales . . . “just we seven and the pack.”
“That is a story you must tell!” said Pjotr.
“Yes,” said Colin, “yes it is.”