![]() ![]() Under the cover of the pine trees where the sun does not reach, the cold is bitter, but at least the wind is minimized.īeh is near a small clearing of brush, working diligently. ![]() ![]() The rain has finally stopped, but we have been left with temperatures that are enough to freeze the ground in the morning, and the afternoon sun does little to warm it up. I run my nose against her neck and sigh, content.Įven with the work of chopping the soggy wood, it’s too cold to remove my wrap. ![]() I go to her side and sit, resting my head on her shoulder and watching her mix things together, coming up with much more flavorful foods than I ever had on my own. She just started doing this the prior day, and I find it much more agreeable than the noise she usually makes. There is rhythm to the sounds, and one sound flows into the next without pause. I smile and walk back in to find my mate cooking, using her clay pots and making flowing, bird-like noises. This means no more wood has been gathered, no more rabbits or fish have been caught, and no more plants have been added to our baskets.Īt least we have worked on making a baby. We have also lost days of work at a crucial time. As it is, the wood in the forest will be wet, and I won’t be able to put it in the cache above the cave for fear it would rot before it could be used. ![]()
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