Maya blushed a deep red, wishing she had gotten better firewood.
Joe looked down. "Let's go back to camp."
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Caroline decided to go forwards. She pushed on, slowly making progress. The wind battered her fur, rain coming in thick sheets, penetrating her warm fur. Shaking her coat every few minutes, she kept walking, pushing herself onwards. She did this for hours before she found a rocky shelter. Shivering, tears coming down her cheeks, she limped into the rocky shelter in which a rock slab had fallen into another rock, making a roof. The back was covered with another rock, the front covered in vines. She didn't notice the meat hanging up, or the person sleeping in the back of the rocky shelter soundly. She shifted, then curled up in one corner to fall asleep as the storm raged outside.
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Olivia took the rock into the water.