Heat—that’s what he needed. And shelter, someplace to sweat out the fever and rest his ribs. And food, he had not eaten since he had found the dried meat on the body of the old man who had been washed off the cliff, however long ago that was. He shook and swayed and had to put out a hand to steady himself against the cave entrance. This was it then, the cave would have to do, he didn’t have the strength to find anyplace better. He was going weak so fast that he wasn’t even sure he would have the strength to get the cave ready.
