Vernon smiled happily, tossing the wolf onto the floor of the cave, the massve equine was off, gathering wood as told. He then stopped for a moment "what am I doing? I don't have to gather..." he looked back unable to gauge if the reaction was him being nice, or some impromtu yes man response ingraned from the abuse.<br/>Actually, it would be nice to get a fire going, have somewhere warm to sleep, "Fuck it" and continued gathering wood, it was a good thing the lab never bothered to clear the grounds.<br/>There was somthing, he couldn't quite make it out in the oncoming storm.<br/>a town? no, it used to be one, in a valley below, it must've been really damn old.<br/>as he approached it he saw it was incredibly old, maybe an old trading post from the 1700s, the place was nothing but foundations and moss now.<br/>Still there was enough scrap wood to fit under his arm and take back.<br/>He also noticed a root cellar that had been torn into, but he began to feel that primal fear of the dark and being alone, climbing his spine, and decided to head back just as the first rain drops were falling and the wind was picking up.