Snippet #2323095

Maria chose to ignore the specter that continued to haunt her as she instead kept her attention on the roasting hare. She was famished. The hare was young, poor nourishment, but it would tide her over until morning. Removing the spit from the fire, Maria began to strip greasy bits of meat from bone, hurriedly eating with her hands.

She would eat, then she would sleep, and then in the morning she would resume hunting. The lands here were harsh and barren of life, certainly not the ideal conditions for a lone woman to be making a life for herself, but Maria was a resourceful survivalist. She had fallen steadily into this routine, putting other matters from mind.