Russ turned to their surroundings. With that broken windshield, the plane no longer provided any sort of shelter. But a dark depression in the rock in front of him stirred a half forgotten memory.
“Stay here,” he urged. “I'll be right back.”
The ice slapped him on the back of the neck, finding its way inside the leather of his jacket to tease his skin with half-frozen droplets. Again he longed for his furry coat, but this was not the moment. As he had hoped, the depression formed a shallow cave. A few bats, but the only larger creature was in a deep recess, sluggish and nearly sleeping. Russ sent a message to the grizzly. We're here as friends, brother. We will not bother your rest. Only let us shelter in the front of the cave an hour and we'll be on our way.
The bear snorted a sleepy a
