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Snow was on the horizon. Despite the heavy cover of evergreen trees and leafless oaks, she could see the dark grey clouds through the break of branches that loomed far above. Nights were getting bitterly cold and come morning she would find herself covered in a fine layer of frost. If it weren't for the heavy cloak she'd salvaged out of a burning barn on her frantic escape to the forest, she might've frozen to death several nights ago. Two weeks in the forest and she'd yet to make a fire herself.
Though food was her main concern now. Precious few things were forageable in the woods now. The last of the autumn flora was quickly disappearing to hoarding creatures stocking up for the incoming winter. She had a knife on her, but the thought of capturing and killing herself a small animal to eat filled her with so much dread, that she'd not had the bravery to do it.
Being squeamish wasn't something she could afford to do forever.
The faint scent of smoke caught her attention and she ducked down behind a tree to listen to the woods. A smoke meant a camp was nearby, which could be good news... but she'd almost stumbled over a soldier's camp once already. They might've worn Kosogaria armor, and held Kosogaria weapons... they were no knights of hers. Their eyes were as red as demons and to look upon them gave her the shivers.
Inching through the underbrush as quiet as any mouse, she followed the smoke until she found it's origin. A small encampment... The fire was almost out and a bag lay against a tree. It couldn't belong to more than one or two persons. Stealing was not something she wanted to do, but at this point she was desperate to survive!
Thus creeping warily, she snuck towards the bag to rifle through it, hoping to find some sort of food at the very least. If not, perhaps she would take a small branch out of the fire and finally have some heat of her own.
Though food was her main concern now. Precious few things were forageable in the woods now. The last of the autumn flora was quickly disappearing to hoarding creatures stocking up for the incoming winter. She had a knife on her, but the thought of capturing and killing herself a small animal to eat filled her with so much dread, that she'd not had the bravery to do it.
Being squeamish wasn't something she could afford to do forever.
The faint scent of smoke caught her attention and she ducked down behind a tree to listen to the woods. A smoke meant a camp was nearby, which could be good news... but she'd almost stumbled over a soldier's camp once already. They might've worn Kosogaria armor, and held Kosogaria weapons... they were no knights of hers. Their eyes were as red as demons and to look upon them gave her the shivers.
Inching through the underbrush as quiet as any mouse, she followed the smoke until she found it's origin. A small encampment... The fire was almost out and a bag lay against a tree. It couldn't belong to more than one or two persons. Stealing was not something she wanted to do, but at this point she was desperate to survive!
Thus creeping warily, she snuck towards the bag to rifle through it, hoping to find some sort of food at the very least. If not, perhaps she would take a small branch out of the fire and finally have some heat of her own.