The angel looked up at him doubtfully then picked his way across roots to the pocket in the tree trunk. Rhyn scavenged for what dry wood he could find and took the armful back to the tree. Toby was huddled in the small cave, shaking with cold.
Before the sun was fully on the horizon, he pushed the last armful of dirt into place over the low mound and sat back.
They were so familiar that at length one alighted on an armful of wood which I was carrying in, and pecked at the sticks without fear.
Grabbing an armful of the hay they had packed around the supplies in each wagon, she dropped it on the sand and the mules eagerly began devouring it.