Without hesitation, they walked together through the dense forest, their steps sounding weak on the fallen leaves. Under the faint moonlight, Quer gave enthusiastic directions, "We must find a large and leafy tree, just like this."
Moland nodded briefly and could already envision the type of tree they needed to find. "Let's move quickly," he said with a determined look on his face.
And so, their hunt for the right tree began. Fortunately, this search proved to be brief as they soon discovered a suitable tree. With careful teamwork, Moland and Quer arranged the wood meticulously.
"Come on, let's make a fire so we can feel safer," Moland said with a spirited tone. Genevieve provided dry leaves as fuel and gazed at the growing fire with hope in her eyes.
Genevieve looked around anxiously, as if searching for unwanted signs. She rubbed her hands nervously. "I hope we're not in the midst of a wild animal's bedding ground," she said with an anxious tone.
