The dropping temperature hadn't bothered her, she had breathed out and was greated by the shadow of her own breath. The storm was here and it was welcomed if there was no swealtering. One hand came to her face and brushed her hairs from her face as she looked around to see who else was around. It wasnt long before she almoat was hit with some loose belongings from a fallen tent and hit the ground. All she could was think about how much she hated whoever was responsible.
















