The rain hadn't stopped.
Sheets of it came down in cold, stinging lashes, soaking every inch of fabric and earth until the land between the lakefront and the actual river bank had turned into a mire of sludge.
Still, the work continued.
It had to because the Blackmoon pack was densely populated. There wasn't any other patch large enough to house all the Curzons together!
Autumn tightened a shawl around her shoulders and adjusted the rain cap on her head as she helped Dax unload another batch of blankets(hardly dry, they were getting rapidly soaked) from the cart.
Around them, tents were being set up hastily along the riverbank.They were flimsy shelters against the cold bite of the coming night. The Curzons were gathered in huddled silence beneath a patch of trees, their eyes wide with mistrust and silent desperation.
No one was speaking. Not really.
