Stranded, Fire-side at Dawn
The smoke of the dying fire tickled his nose as he awoke, the first soft rays of a lilac dawn glowing at the mouth of the cave. The world around him was still, silent. “. . . Urck. . .” His nose scrunched at the odor, groggily trying to regain the feeling of his aching, tired body. Sleeping on spiteful dirt and stone was miserable. He was filthy, having gone days without any proper bath or cle...