Extend the Story - Add a Room

You decide that it would be best if you grabbed some wood to burn in the cave and warm your soon to be frozen lower limbs.

You reach for one of the weaker limbs and begin shaking it. It takes a lot of work, and a lot of snow falling down on you from above, but you eventually pull the weaker branch free of the tree.

You look up from the base of the second tree to see if there are any branches you may be able to pull free, and find none. You do find something of interest, however. A few feet above your head lays a smooth wooden handle. You shake the tree until the object falls to the ground beside you. Picking the object up you note that it is a perfectly balanced, spiked war club.

Without any more thought on it, you pick up the fallen branch and some of the other loose sticks and twigs and branches around you and carry them off slowly towards the cave. The ground breaks beneath you a few times, and your foot is plunged into the shallow frigid water beneath you at least a half dozen times; but the fire you will make should warm you.

After you reach the cavern you work at starting the fire for some time. Flint is not so easy to spark with numb fingers. Eventually, the flames do catch, and the wood begins to glow red with orange flames licking up. You hold your hands over the area but don't feel its warmth immediately.

A few hours pass and the mouth of the cave where you rest is no longer frigid rock but warm and comforting. You study your club and take a few test swipes with it. It should compliment your prowess nicely.

You hear a large mass moving towards the cave, but see nothing. You look outside and note the large form of a bear headed your way, its feet crunching in the snow. You wonder if this cave belongs to it.

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