Despite Uldren's doubts, Mac managed fairly well with Ghost's suggestions and direction - not perfectly, but well enough. He scooped out a dry space between large boulders and used rocks and branches to start a small fire. Dumping his piles of berries and nuts onto a large leaf near the fire, Mac set immediately to collecting more branches and broad leaves to weave a neat mat roof that he put between the boulders just in time for the patter of a soft rain to start falling.

Hours passed and Mac huddled in the surprisingly cozy shelter, eating berries with a forlorn expression as he sat on his long coat, the garment large enough for more than one person to sleep on, provided they didn't mind being extremely close. Not that he'd be sharing, he thought to himself gloomily. Uldren seemed to have gone off on his own, unwilling to accept that Mac wasn't an idiot, leaving the guardian there to stew alone in the rain and unfamiliar surroundings.