Raven’s POV
There wasn’t much when it came to personal items in the cabin, as it was clear that this cabin was just meant for a stopping point between point A and point B for hikers, but as my eyes did a quick once over of the place, they thankfully landed on a small stove sitting in the corner. Barely noticeable sitting on top of the stove was a small cast iron pan that blended in quite well with it, as it was one of those old stoves that you see in rustic cabins, fueled by wood for heat and cooking purposes.
Taking one last look out the window at Carl still standing in a fighting stance in the middle of the front yard, I made my way across the cabin to the stove, as I tried to make sure not to make a noise. Thus far, I had to believe that whoever was about to storm the cabin didn’t kn
