Lost didn't have any desire to wander farther into the trees than needed, but this close to the shore there was minimal tinder to perhaps start a fire with. After hunting along the treeline, she resigned herself to venturing a bit deeper. Dead branches hung low from some of the trees, and she hacked them off and gathered them up near her primitive lean-to. There was plenty to think about in the time it took to properly strike the bit of flint she carried with the blunt side of the sword. What else lived here? Who were Lost's new neighbors? This concerned her greatly...
The sun was low on the horizon by the time the damp kindling lit up. She would be going to "bed" hungry tonight; there wasn't time or equipment to hunt, yet. She added weapon construction to her growing mental task list; it was getting rather long as more and more necessities crossed her mind. With a bit of flame fighting back against the coming dusk, Lost curled up under the woven leaves.
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