Not bad...
By mid-afternoon, the main structure of her hut was in place. Vertical posts, diagonal braces, and the roof frame created a triangular silhouette against the forest edge. Though the walls and flooring were incomplete, the hut already offered shade and a modest shield from the wind and smaller predators.
Ahce leaned against one of the posts, her chest heaving, her limbs slick with sweat and grime. She surveyed her work with pride. Every cut, every knot, every adjustment reflected her knowledge, strength, and ingenuity. This was more than what the academy wanted to see. It was a demonstration of adaptability, creativity, and resilience.
The hut was imperfect, yes, but functional. It would shelter her through storms, give her a base for foraging and scouting, and serve as a visible marker of her territory in a world where visibility could mean life or death.
