Roughly two hours have passed since everyone left the base camp. Since Draven isn't on the base camp, I have been given the freedom to walk around under the watchful eyes of the men that Draven left at the camp.
"It feels so nice to walk around despite how cold it is," I comment as I stretch my arms to get rid of the dull aching feeling from having them behind my back for almost twelve hours.
"It's surprisingly not as cold as it was yesterday. I guess it's because of the wind not blowing on us," Levin adds, opening the tent flap into the refugee sleeping tent.
"Good morning, Harper and family," I greet before getting nearly ran over by the three kids. "Have you finished your breakfast already?"
