By the time the group arrived at the mountains of Moonguard, the sun had already gone. Leaving behind only the golden and purple hues of its descent. Myka and the children worked quickly to set up the tents and arrange a fire. At the same time, Ashleigh walked the perimeter and gathered the firewood.
Stefan had requested to join her, but she quickly told him it would be best for everyone to stay within the campsite as the night was closing in on them.
Once the camp had been properly arranged and the fire held steady, Myka set about cooking their first meal.
“This and breakfast tomorrow will be the only meals we have using just the ingredients we brought from Winter,” he said with a bright smile as he set the pot over the fire and prepared the ingredients. “Every meal after, starting with lunch tomorrow, must be foraged or caught from these mountains.”
“I want to catch a fish!” one of the boys said.
“I’m going to find berries,” said another.
