I awoke on a beach, no sign of the rest of my team. This was not part of the plan, this is not the drop off point. Is this even the right ark.
My faithful build team is with me, and they are carrying most of my gear and supplies. At least this won't be like Valhalla, grubbing around in the dirt strapping stones to branches.
I setup camp for the night. 3 tents... guess 2 are supply tents now.
Loud growling could be heard nearby. There are sabers here, still young. This ark must be in its early cycles. Not a threat on its own and not good enough for breeding stock. I let it be for now.
Sleep did not come easy, the slathering teeth of Hyenadons kept at bay only by the light of the fire. Their taunting laugh echoing through the night.
