Two days later, Heather descended the ramp and was met with a snow-covered longhouse just to the right of the pod. One hundred yards past the longhouse was a snow-covered cabin and a frozen river was to her left, which was the wrong side. She stood on the ramp, mouth agape as it dawned on her that the pod had been moved while they slept.
Currently, the snow had stopped, and the wind was calm, but it was quite cold. As she looked around for firewood, Emily came out of the longhouse dressed all in hides.
“No need to build a fire out here,” Emily said with a smile. “Just knock on the door and someone will open it up. We have a nice hearth that is usually warm and cozy.”
“Water?” Heather asked.
“Inside, just ask. We have some venison cooking currently.”
Heather was looking around in shock
