never said i had a plan

She waited. Waited and waited. It felt like eons since she had seen her mother, but Maren admitted defeat on that part. Mother had died. She found the body at the entrance of the massive ship, bloody and broken. Killed defending the pup against a polar bear. Mother was gone. While it was difficult to put into words, she felt sad about the situation and also not. There were more pressing things to do.

The girl knew survival would be difficult. Her stomach groaned and hurt after the second day alone. While she tried not to curl up to her mother's body outside, remaining sheltered in the ship, she also felt lonely. She had also tried to chase rats, to no success. They scampered away from her grasp, too short of the leg to really hunt at her age. Maren refused to cry. She refused to groan and whine. She was just a child but she knew the reality of her situation.

She was going to die if she didn't find something to eat.

The girl stumbled around, leaving the safety of the makeshift den she had created. Seeking food. She sniffed, trying to capture a scent. Maybe one of the rats died naturally, and she could eat it? The thought of eating one of those squeaking vermin made her shudder. Beggars can't be choosers... She did not want to die.

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