Stepping out into the weather he pulled his hood over his head. It was raining and felt colder than ever. Wet weather always made things worse.
Gathering up some empty cans which he needed for the fuel he walked back to the wing which had been torn loose. He unplugged the fuel line and watched as the fuel slowly filled the cans before replacing the stick and re-plugging the line. He had no idea how much fuel was there but for now, it was all that was keeping them warm and burning the cook stove.
Taking the fuel back he sat it close at hand and covered it with a canvas. Then he tried to find the tracks of whatever had been on top of the plane scratching in the snow and ice.
He could see how a small animal could easily get onto the top of the plane where the snow and ice had piled them
