Early the next morning, a misty white fog blanketed the island, and a light drizzle fell steadily, making the sky dim and uninviting, hardly the kind of weather that motivated anyone to get out of bed.
The defensive structures they had spent the entire previous day building proved to be highly effective. There was no disturbance from wolf packs overnight, allowing them to sleep soundly and peacefully.
Because of the rain, the campfire outside had been extinguished, so Randy and the others could only roast meat inside the cave to fill their stomachs. Adela went to fetch some meat strips, but moments later, she returned to the cave, her face full of unease.
Noticing her troubled state, Randy asked, "What's wrong?"
Adela, visibly frustrated, replied, "The meat strips we left hanging outsi
