[ Vasiliy stares at him for a moment with brows furrowed, heat and smoke distorting the air between them and faintly warping the chiaroscuro of the man’s face, its features sharply lit with the bright orange light the blaze around them exudes. The look of confusion only lasts the span of a few seconds before he regroups, figuring the man is somehow something more than human, or inhabited by some such thing that creates the requirement, like Konstantin.

But that doesn’t change the mathematics of the situation. He raises his voice to be audible over the roar of the fire and cracking timbers, almost shouting to make himself heard even though it’s at the cost of exposing the sensitive tissues of his throat to more smoke. ]

There are animals in forest! Many rabbits here! But this is only thing to feed them with! No grain and you will have no animals! Rabbits are already dead from smoke!