Ronan
Lydia and Ronan collected firewood throughout the forest for their winter supply. They had a shelter constructed that would protect them from the worst of the elements.
It wasn't like staying warm with the pack but what choice did they have?
“This is such a waste of time," Lydia snarled, throwing her bundle of logs on the ground.
Ronan scoffed. “Yes, it is a waste of time to make sure we have enough firewood to keep from freezing."
“That's not what I mean and you know it!" Lydia snapped. She sighed and started picking up the wood she'd discarded.
“No, Lydia, I don't know what you mean," Ronan said. He sighed and picked up another decent-sized log.
With his arms full, he headed back to their shelter.
Lydia trailed close behind, practically running to keep up with him.
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