The ground between the wide gap of the dully lurid grime is where they sought temporary shelter. The breeze has gone colder than ever that the tiny hairs of the skin arise as the comforts of the sun had all but hid for another day. Winter is not yet to arrive, not for a few weeks, but the place renders it to shame by its frigidness.
Inside dead trees still standing are dry woods the group dissected for a source of heat. It created sparks of light until it grew into a fire, bringing with it substantial warmness albeit puny from the lack of fuel. The bonfire and their position a little away from the surface have given them an ample amount of comfort, but the humid and previous debacle from earlier has gone filling up the air with a tension that had all in the pits of uncertainty and sleeple
