Teamwork

Brandr stretched and rolled his shoulders and he slipped out of the storage den. He'd finished adding the pieces of meat from the pronghorn he'd killed. The cellar was dug deep so it was nice and cool to help store the meat. Closer to the entrance he'd laid some strips of meat he'd been drying on the roots that stretched across the ceiling. They were doing pretty good on stores. That would give him a moment to take a break and visit with his daughter and his wife. He was anxious to see how they were doing in their new setting.

He was about to head back to his own den when he heard Shaye's call and saw her standing near the kill pile that he'd been sorting through. He grinned. "Greetings, Shaye. You wished to see me?"