He was cold, naked, wet and hungry, so he really had no choice but to let the strange little reddish-brown men and women come toward him. They had luxurious black hair on their heads but almost none on their bodies, and they wore slight garments of animal skin: surely these were the Skraelings of the sagas. They spoke in an excited babble he could not understand, but they beckoned to him, and the few who had weapons did not raise them, so he relaxed slightly and came forward from his hiding place.
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"Gratitude" by Todd R. Snow (excerpt) from "Twisted Tails V - Apocalypses Now and Then", J. Richard Jacobs (ed.), Double Dragon Publishing 2010 www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-55404-730-7
