Tanner’s breath hung in the air as he took in the scene. This place was a tomb, but it was also his only chance at surviving the night. The cold gnawed at his bones, and Tanner knew he had to find something to keep himself and the cub warm.
His eyes landed on a pile of old tarps in the corner, stiff from the cold but still serviceable. Wrapping the tarp around himself and the cub, Tanner felt a small measure of warmth, though it was nowhere near enough to ward off the biting cold entirely.