Clinging to the little girl, the woman slogged through the freezing drizzle heading for the mouth of the cave; hoping the fire inside had not completely gone out. Seeing the red glow of embers she gently put the child down and covered her with recently cut strips of animal fur. The little girl coughed, wheezed and struggled to breathe. Carefully the woman placed a few dry twigs on the embers and watched as they ignited into flame. Painstakingly, using larger sticks and branches that had been gathered that morning, she worked the fire into a full blaze.
The hunt that day had been disastrous. The child’s father and uncle had been killed and now the woman and the little girl were alone. Restlessly, the child moaned and coughed as the woman warmed herself at the fire. As she shivered, the woman sensed that the smoke of the fire was adding to the little girl’s breathing problems. But without the fire the dank cave would become too cold to endure. All that could be hoped for was that they’d somehow survive the night.