Chapter 63: Fight

~ ZEV ~

Stomping his feet in the dried out leathers, Zev shook his head and scanned the destruction that had greeted him. It had taken close to an hour to pick up all the pieces of leather and fur, linen and down, and figure out what he had that was still usable.

He'd been left with two blankets that each had only one hole, and a single set of clothing, with an extra shirt. But no hood.

Zev cursed again as he piled the rest into a small space at the back of the cave to be used for mending, or rags.

Fucking Lhars.

It was as if his brother had known he would be back here one day and need these things. The destruction was meaningless and spiteful. A knife had been used to cut the thicker fabrics and leather to shreds. He wasn't surprised the food was gone—the creatures of the forest would have discovered it eventually. But if they had found or needed the warmth of the clothing or blankets they would have dragged them away.