Sam crouched next to the fire, holding out his hands to warm them. Being away from the house hadn’t been his intention, but at least he’d been smart enough to bring a pack of matches so he wouldn’t freeze.
This wasn’t the first time he wandered too far into the woods, so he didn’t have a concern beyond staying warm for the night. Still, he wished he could’ve found more than a few scraps without his knife.
With his hands warmed, he rubbed his shoulders, focusing on the fire. He had a long night ahead and loosing focus wouldn’t help.