After that, Irene also gathered dried leaves and scattered them over the pits—the ones where they didn’t bury wood.
It was for the traps, where the beasts or any other creature that could harm them would fall once they stepped on it.
“Do you think this will be enough?” Irene asked, pointing at the pits with dried leaves. “If the beast was a large one, they might just treat this as their plaything.”
“Right.” Jackson nodded. “Still, it would be enough for us to know something was coming. Also, that would be useful for small creatures.”
Irene looked at their defense for now and nodded. “Well, you have a point there.”
“I do.” Jackson smiled, and continued what he was doing afterward.
While Irene was finishing the defense, Jackson rebuilt their shelter.
Since he had done it before, and t
