That morning, the mist still hung between the trees as if reluctant to move on from the cold night. In the center of the makeshift campsite made from the remains of tarpaulins and twigs, the embers from last night's campfire still burned faintly. The smell of rabbit meat stung the nose and reminded everyone how scarce warm food had been since they were stranded in this place.
Adora sat cross-legged beside the fire, grasping pieces of meat with hands already hardened from the cold and hard work. In front of her, Eric was separating the remaining pieces and dividing them evenly onto a wide leaf that served as a makeshift plate.
"This is what we hunted last night. Just two small rabbits," Eric said as he handed over a portion. "There's also little water, we only had time to collect rainwate
