The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the forest floor. As the temperature dropped, a chill wind whistled through the trees, reminding them of their precarious situation. Elara shivered beside me, rubbing her arms for warmth.
"We need to find something to eat," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Her earlier energy had waned, replaced by a weariness that mirrored my own.
"I know," I replied, my gaze fixed on the dense foliage. "We'll have to set some traps."
We spent the next hour gathering materials: sturdy branches, vines, and a few sharp stones. We fashioned crude traps, hoping to catch small animals or birds. Every now and then, I’d glance at Elara, who was quietly helping. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, but she didn’t complain, her focus unwavering. It was
