The sun slowly rises above the sky as a gentle breeze pushes through the leaves while the sweet chirps of birds fill the woods. Quietly Davia steps between the massive pine towers as the leaves crunch under her boots, she stays silent as the crunching sound of the plastic bounces off of her leg, deep in thought as the only noise she makes is the crinkling of the bag as it sways.
Her heart races a little as she sees the stump remembering every little detail as she slowly steps over it to see four deep claw marks inside. She sets the bag down, giving an uneasy gulp as she gently runs her hand over the indentations. Soon she looks around tensely waiting for him as she sits, her hand never leaving the carvings left behind.
Her gaze always constant as she scans between the trees to spot him l
