The creek ran through a small depression in the land, creating a natural bowl surrounded by dense undergrowth and ancient trees. There was a large fallen log on one side, its trunk easily six feet in diameter, covered in moss and fungi. Behind it, the roots had torn up from the earth, creating a natural overhang.
"There," she said, pointing to the overhang. "We can use that for shelter. It'll keep us out of sight, block the wind if it picks up."
Veer followed her gaze and nodded. "It's defensible. Only one real approach angle. Hard to surround."
"Exactly."
They made their way over to the fallen log. The space beneath the root system was larger than it had looked from a distance—almost like a small cave, with the massive roots creating a latticed roof overhead. The ground was relatively dry, protected from rain by the thick canopy of roots and earth.
