[Something isn't right, the girl can sense it. She can feel something watching her. The moment that twig snaps, she immediately whirls around, snatches up a rock out of the path, and scans the trees for who or what could have made the noise. With all the howling going on earlier, it could be a wolf.
Except that it's a girl.
She goes still, but it's the stillness of the predator ready to lunge if need be.]
Late morning
Except that it's a girl.
She goes still, but it's the stillness of the predator ready to lunge if need be.]
Why are you following me?