Two small fires burned in the centre, the smoke wafting up into cracks in the cave roof. Around them huddled bug-horses, all of them looking almost identical. Some were tending to others, a few forelegs in makeshift splints but the majority seemed to have cracks in the shiny carapaces covering them. Looking down to his left, he noticed that Burrow had just such a crack, although it at least was sealed together. 