Rhea watched as the girl curled up on the hard bedding. For a moment, she was still, as if sleep might finally claim her. But then, without warning, she rose and slipped into the night, her pale figure swallowed by shadows under the massive moon.
Where the hell is she going now? Rhea thought, dragging her feet to follow her.
The girl moved along the shore, her pace was quick, until she vanished into the forest. Rhea trailed after her, as her skin prickled at the sound of wolves howling somewhere in the distance.
Are you insane? You really think this is the best time for a midnight stroll?
The girl halted at the mouth of a cave. She crouched low, stuffing wild berries into her mouth with greedy hands.
Oh, brilliant. You had to risk your life into a death-trap forest just for a snack. You could've hidden some from that fatty instead of coming all the way here.
Then, faint whispers drifted from outside the cave. Rhea froze.
"I think it went this way," a male voice muttered.
