IT WAS PITCH BLACK as we set up camp, and the rain still hadn’t let up. Regardless, the original members of my pack weren’t slowed down by excess water. Lia and I unpacked the contents of the top carrier, spreading bundles and bags out across the empty seats of the car so our belongings didn’t become saturated with rainwater as we handed off each item in the proper order to Glen and Ginger. They in turn fed items to Cinnamon, our tent-savant, who soon had a canvas abode erected in a spot that was as dry as our current storm allowed. At that point, everyone began lugging mats and sleeping bags into our temporary den, relieved that another long day was nearly at a close.
As for the outpack males, Quill tried to help but mostly got in the way while Hunter disappeared into the damp darkness a
