The rain pattered along the muddy grass, flowers brightening and blooming in the moist soil. The scent of fresh rain and grass filled the air, a gentle breeze weaving through the leaves of trees and bushes. The soft song of birds chirping filled the air, almost silenced by the storm.

It had been a long week, as it was constantly storming and they had lost their map, got some of their food stolen, and lost their original pathway.

Yona and Yoon were currently off gathering supplies, they had been reluctantly allowed to go. Kija sat with the others, warming up by the fire as he held his precious cloak around himself. He made quiet comments about how the ground was a bit rough and wet. Hak sat near the entrance of the cave, keeping on watch for any threats and of Yona and Yoon coming back. Shin-ah sat near the fire, his knees tucked to his chest and his mask over his head with the fluff of it warming him up. Zeno was trying to brighten up everyone, making cheerful comments and bringing the positive of the situation up. Jae-ha rolled his eyes softly and scoffed. He daydreamed about the days when it wasn’t rainy.