The tribe spent a cold and uncomfortable night, their heads brimming with terror. They were all aware their lives hung precariously in the balance, in too many ways to allow sleep to come easily. A strong wind gusted, blowing a fine mist of stinging rain as they tried to rest. Spider Girl eventually cried herself to sleep. Wings and Ratter bedded down either side of the lone Twin, who still hadn’t uttered a word since they had made their escape.
Flora lay on her back, thinking through one problem after another, the weight of decisions keeping her awake. Most of the kids seemed to experience at least one night terror. Muffled sobs disturbed her train of thought several times.
