He had an immense aversion to further movement.

He wanted to stay there between the coals, awaiting passively whatever fate might have for him.
Somehow, his will to make an effort and live seemed to have gone.
While weakness grew upon him and he drooped by the fire, he did not feel hunger, but it was only a passing phase.

Presently the desire for food that had gnawed at him with sharp teeth came back, and with it his wish to do, like one stirred into action by pain.

Hunger itself was a stimulus and his sinking vitality was arrested in its decline.
He looked around eagerly at the sodden scene, but it certainly held out little promise of game.

Deer and bear would avoid those steeps, and range in the valleys.