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The pale light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp. Winter stirred, his body stiff from a restless night. The ground beneath his makeshift bedroll offered little comfort, and the chill of the early morning air seeped into his bones.

He lay still for a moment, listening to the soft sounds of the camp—nothing but the distant hum of nature and the crackling remnants of the dying fire.

A sudden sense of unease prickled at the back of his neck. His mind immediately raced, and his heart skipped a beat. He instinctively noticed that Zara wasn't beside him. The realization hit him like a rush of cold water, panic flooding his chest.

He sat up hastily, his breath coming out in short, shallow bursts. His eyes darted around, scanning the camp with urgency. 

And then, he saw her.

Zara was already awake, moving quietly as she prepared breakfast with the limited supplies they had.