Chapter 27: Turning a Hovel into a Home

They had been traveling for what felt like weeks, even though Saffron knew really it had only been a day or so. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. While fall had only been creeping upon them at the camp, it now made its force fully known.

The horse plodded along in the quiet forest; fat flakes of snow drifted lazily from above. Wintry wind whispered through the trees, biting at their skin beneath their thin clothes. Saffron had to find shelter soon. Elric would not heal well in the back of a wagon; he needed hot food and a warm bed to heal the more serious of his injuries.