Five people in a shelter made for one was proving to be logistical nightmare. Every time anyone needed to move to keep a limb from cramping up or going to sleep, the others had to re-arrange themselves to accommodate them. Sparrow was getting tired of sitting on Tarkyn’s or her dad’s lap but there wasn’t any room for her in between them.
“Don’t worry, Sparrow,” Waterstone was saying, “The two biggest people are leaving soon. Then we’ll have plenty of room.”
“Good,” said a seriously discontented little girl. “Then I can show you my map and Running Feet can tell you all about it.” She gave a little huff, “Well, I could have shown it to you, except you’re sitting on it and it will be all smudged.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to fix it up.” Waterstone glanced at Running Feet who was sitting be
