She really was a wild woman. The longer he watched her, the more he knew it to be true. From the way she ate - hunkered down, crouched over her spoils the way an animal would protect their kill - to the way she communicated with the others, not in words but in short, sharp motions and sometimes hand gestures. That was the oddest thing, how they never spoke. She only ever did to him, and even then, she would go long stretches without even looking at him afterward. It was as if he didn't exist, and occasionally, he would consider taking advantage of her inattention to roll off the ledge and make his way out of this accursed place.
But then she would look over at him, yellow eyes flashing coldly as she waited for him to make one wrong move. He'd never felt like a prey animal in his life and
