Arrow Lake every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest.

She silently watched him dig the hole, pick up the kill, and then place it inside his poor excuse for a cache. She made note of everything he had done incorrectly and when he turned to her, his expression impatient, she raised a disapproving eyebrow. Do you think that will keep the food safe from scavengers? she asked, walking over to his hole and slowly moving around it. Come back over here, she instructed as she took a seat next to his shoddy work. It's not deep enough and you have failed to cover your cache properly. He could be irritated with her all he wanted, but they weren't leaving here until he had done this properly. You need to fix it before we move on to anything else, she instructed further. It's important to keep our food stored safely so that our efforts do not go to waste. This was an important lesson for him, and she was perfectly content to sit right here and point out every mistake until he got it right. It wasn't a task that was beyond his comprehension; it just seemed like he wasn't interested in giving it his full attention. But she certainly wasn't going to do it for him, and she wasn't going to let him leave here today without a complete understanding of what needed to be done.