The woman sat next to the fire. Her legs were tucked beneath her body as she leaned forward to churn the fish that roasted on a stick. Despite the chill of the wind blowing in from the storm the cave was pleasantly warm and comfortable. The fire snapped at crackled and this little corner of this place felt like... [i]home[/i]. The word seemed to float through her mind as she churned the blackening fish once more. Outside the noise of the rain pounded loudly and thunderous roars followed the crack of light through the sky. The woman shook with every whipping sound that vibrated the ground. She stared into the flames of the fire, favoring the known danger over the unknown. The man spoke then, startling her away from the captivating flames. [b]"Almost read, come sit down with me. It is warmer over here."[/b] She patted the stone next to her. 

It was strange, this place. She wasn't sure how long she had been there. Maybe it had been forever, maybe only a split second, but this place - not the cave but the [i]place[/i] itself, felt strange. Familiar yet foreign, safe yet terrifying. This place was both a friend to the people and their most dire enemy. The woman pulled the fish from away from the fire and passed the skewering stick to the man. Her eyes lingered on the darkness outside. [b]"What do you think is making this?"[/b] She murmured, a hint of the fear she felt quivering in her voice. [b]"Some kind of.. a.. a.."[/b] She struggled to come up with the word, it toyed on the tip of her tongue as she stared into the deepening dark at the mouth of their cave. [b]"Some kind of... [i]beast[/i]."[/b]