It was definitely still out there searching for them, they could hear it wailing and snarling somewhere east of the old miner's hut they'd hidden out in. As the night settled further in and the temple dropped further down, they huddled close and wrapped their arms around each other while they still could.
"Hey," Delores whispered, "What's the plan now, big man?"
The arms around her tightened and the silence persisted. She knew Blanca well after some thirty years of marriage, and right now her wife was trying to be all stoic and comforting but all she felt was the unspoken fear running between them like lightning through an old tree. As her wife's strong arms began to tremble, Dolores knew that she'd have take charge this time.
Glancing around at the hut, she began noting down the meagre tools they had.
1 - a coil of rope, not too long but fairly good condition.
2 - a few rusted shovels that looked sturdy enough for a good bonk over the head
3 - a bundle of fabric that was... that was moving ever so slightly... up and down... up and down...
Glancing up at Blanca she saw that her eyes were locked onto the fabric, face several shades paler and her lip doing that little twitch it did when she was trying not to cry. All thoughts of making a plan fell back in the face of her beloved's abject fear and something cold seeped down her spine as she too began to think about what was hiding with them.
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