Trisha pulled in the last of the larger branches and stacked it near the pile of moss she had gathered earlier. The storm was now raging fiercely outside, and she was shivering from the combination of being drenched to the skin, the coolness of the cave she found, and the wind whipping through the narrow opening. First things first, get a fire going.
Trisha pulled the leaves containing the shavings of wood closer to her and grabbed a small mound of dry moss she gathered before the storm hit. It took her almost an hour to get enough wood, moss, and leaves gathered once she found the small cave. She worked quickly, clearing out an area big enough for her to create a small hideaway. The cave, if you could call it one, was probably no bigger than a ten-by-ten bedroom, but it was relatively cl
