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At dusk Snowman perches on his makeshift tree platform, uncorking and drinking the final bottle of Scotch he has hidden in a hollow log. The amber liquid offers brief comfort as a pack of feral wolvogs, genetically‑engineered canine‑wolf hybrids, circles the tree. Armed only with a broken multifunction knife he lost earlier and a sharpened stick, Snowman fights them off, using the height of the tree and his knowledge of the terrain to keep the pack at bay. After repelling the attackers, he reflects on his fragile, bug‑bitten, scarred body, likening himself to the lab animals he once observed and recognizing his survival as a solitary experiment. In his solitude he repeatedly whispers Oryx’s name, turning it into a desperate mantra to anchor his thoughts against the crushing loneliness. The chapter closes with Snowman alone on a tree limb, clutching the empty Scotch bottle, the cold night air surrounding him, and the distant howls of the wolvogs echoing in the darkness.