I stared at the claw marks in the wooden table for another long moment before shaking my head and focusing on why I came here. Standing naked in a dead hunter's cabin while analyzing motivations of that woman was not exactly productive use of time.
"Whatever her goal was, I have my own still to finish."
I walked outside and found a spot between two large trees where I could summon the shipping container inside the | Single Parent Stash |. The container materialized with that same unsettling lack of sensation, looking absurdly out of place with no moisture on it among the very wet ferns and moss.
Opening the door, I moved the tools I might need and arranged them on one side without cluttering the entrance - leaving enough room to slip by with anything large. I did have something like that in mind.
"I should probably steal- reappropriate his shelves too, if they'll fit. Will make storing things inside here more efficient."
