Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart and the hurricane

“Well that’s cheerful,” Eske teases him lightly as they begin to walk in the direction of the last two caches left. Despite her teasing: she understands. The first two caches are all but ruined and they cannot go on false hope that the other two will be any different. They have to prepare for all situation but especially the worse if it comes to pass. She veers off to the right to check the caches stored there, heaping up ground once solid now loose and heavy with the unrelenting rains that had badgered it. It would be some time before they could walk the earth of Drageda without coming across mud or softened earth, she thinks. Despite that the heavy rains had been harsh nothing appears to be ruined or rotted. “Arlo, this one appears to be good.” The Cheka calls out to him as she hears him approach and roots through it with her muzzle. It was not an overly big cache but the meat is worth saving nonetheless. “Should we try to find a dryer place to bury these? Or take them back to be eaten?” Since he was the one to first check them it was his call, Eske feels.