She suddenly stood up, her heart racing.
She immediately spotted the thick vines entwining the edge of the cave.
The branches were sturdy, coiling in layers.
Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the nearest one, giving it a fierce tug.
The vine snapped with a "crack" sound from the rock crevice.
Then, she pulled in all the vines she could see, piling them up at the cave entrance.
The vines were both tough and thick, with a rough surface, yet extremely sturdy.
She sat cross-legged on the laid-out beast skin, and quickly picked up a vine with her hands.
Her fingertips swiftly wound, twisted, and knotted.
She twisted the loose vines together, weaving them into a thick, continuous rope.
After finishing a small section, she stopped, pulling it hard with both hands.
She used all her strength to test its firmness.
The rope was finally ready, hanging down before her.
It was sturdier than she had anticipated.
But she still wasn't at ease, her brows furrowed tightly.
