The constant murmur of your son, walking a few steps ahead, shoulders hunched and a frown carved as if in stone.

"He can’t put up a tent… or hunt… or anything…", he muttered under his breath, thinking you couldn’t hear him. "And he disappeared for an hour, leaving me alone with all the work!"

Josef, by your side, didn’t seem offended; in fact, he wore that half-smile of his, as if all of this were just a game only he understood. He walked with his hands in his pockets, humming something inaudible, giving the boy all the time in the world to let out his bad mood.

"You know?" he suddenly said, turning his face just slightly toward you, an odd glint in his eyes. "You don’t have to be the best to teach something… you just have to make them remember it."