The Divergents, part five
After about a half hour of walking, Trix saw some tents and tarps set up under a small patch of trees. So, that was camp. She shivered, just realizing it was probably January or February.
“What’s wrong with you two?” Nola asked, stopping to examine them with her gaze.
“We’re cold.” Trix hugged herself, seeing her breath. “We humans get cold easily.”