The forest is unforgiving this time of year. Red shivers, pulling her cloak around herself and hurrying toward the woodpile. There’s enough to last the mouth, but barely. She should have been more prepared, if she had just-

She does her best to cut these thoughts off; what-ifs and should-haves won’t change anything. Focusing instead on the task at hand, Red pulls several logs off the top of the pile of the pile and drags them inside for the fire. The bodies still lie in the corner. One human, one not.

From the distance, she can hear the wolves howling.