Cyra walked forward and paused in her steps, her face turned ugly, she looked at Zane with a crying face and muttered unwillingly,
''wait. don't tell me those licks were in the car.'' She held her chest dramatically as if she was in physical pain. she felt like crying but the wind dried up her tear glands. All her efforts yesterday were a big joke.
Zane saw her like this and didn't bother to say anything, he went back to the bunker and brought out furs he kept for emergencies.
He placed everything on the ground and started building up a new tent with practiced movements, before Cyra could blink, he had strung up the fur with bones as their frames. She tried to learn but what she saw was a blur and he was done.
she scratched her hair feeling amazed and confused at the same time. she just walked up to him and asked sheepishly,