I Spy With My Little Eye...

Well, she didn't know where the hell she was. But did that matter anymore? It was better than the tar pits, that was for sure. She had been alone for so long and had slowly learned how to hunt, but not well. She still sucked at it. And she was probably the worst hunter ever. She still mostly survived on leftovers and carrion, but she didn't quite care at this point anymore. The volcanic eruption had made prey even harder to find the last few seasons, but at least there had been plenty of carrion around which helped her gain a little weight so at least she wasn't emaciated anymore. She couldn't remember when she last had fresh food, if ever. At least not since her mother abandoned her. The skeletal marked girl moved among the roots of the trees, her haphazard gait making her not so quiet as usual as she ventured deeper into the woods.