The Jackals' Attack on the Shelter | Building an Underground Shelter in Harsh Conditions
As night fell, I was gathering firewood for my campfire when the silence of the woods was shattered by the wild howls of jackals. With my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a shiver of unease coursing through my veins as I heard the hurried footsteps of the creatures drawing near.
Without hesitation, I immediately abandoned my search for firewood and hurried towards my shelter, aware that my safety now depended on my quickness and determination. Despite the inner turmoil, I managed to reach the shelter before the threat became a reality, enveloped in a sense of gratitude that I was safe. They approached the shelter, but their plan was thwarted by the reliability of the underground shelter that provided me protection. They gave up and left.