Shiv had been sitting in the far corner of the cave away from the fire for most of the day. She hadn't wanted to show Fenrir that his hit to the side of her face had resulted in a very large, very nasty bruise on the left side of her face. She'd put the blanket he'd brought her around herself to keep warm, and moved as far as she could from where he slept.
She was curled up with her knees to her chest and her head down when she heard a shuffling in the cave. She assumed that Fenrir had gotten back, since he was the only one that came into the cave unless they were sent by him to get her for something, but the voice she heard wasn't the wolf's. It was Michael. He was alright? She couldn't believe he could move after what she'd seen them start to do to him. She lifted her head to face him, "Michael? What are you doing in here? You should go. They've all gone hunting."