It was almost dawn as Zoria crept silently into her bed. She had hunted all night, and come back empty handed, which meant the little ones would go hungry again, unless Pela found nourishment for them. She looked over at his bed and saw that he had not yet returned, there was still hope. She knew that they had to find food soon, or she would be unable to care for the children at all, she was already weakened from the search. She looked down at her arm, examining her skin. It was already so pale...