The sun fell behind the trees, and the filtered rays of light reflecting through the evergreens disappeared. I"d gathered more pitch for my wound, paying careful attention to pick only the light colored pieces. I made my way behind the cabin, favoring my sore ankle. It had been four days since my accident. But my ankle was quite swollen and there was some weeping from the wound. Kaela was down in sleep until her next feeding. With no choice but to leave her alone in the cabin, my times away to do chores such as this were timed and kept to a minimum.
My eyes took in the last of the cut wood and my thoughts wandered. Food supplies were running low. Soon, a decision would have to be made about when to leave the cabin. Once the snow melted, and the days were warmer, we"d leave. This notion an
