The longer Esma spent time on her own, the more consumed she became with the thoughts about the spiritual realm. Her daydreams had grown longer and in such a complexity that at times an hour could pass with her physical body standing and sitting somewhere and her gaze empty, focused at nothing. To her it meant that she was well on fulfilling her journey to find answers about the gods and their creations. In real life, however, she often forgot to eat and therefore had grown painfully thin. 

Esma considered the feeling of hunger as an inconvenient distraction that hampered her from walking her imagined path towards gods. Being a smart kid - she had at first tried to trick her starving body by meditation and telling herself tales - but even the most spiritual prophet of them all has to sustain. And begrudgingly she was not spending most of her days looking for food, all the while the feeling of unfairness gnawing on to her. Were she to meet any god, who offered her to never feel hungry again, she would have followed them willingly. 

Having lived and been raised in a pack with many rivers and lakes nearby, hunting for prey that dwelled there was not an unfamiliar task. And while the stranger in the vicinity was sneaking up on the geese from one side, Esma had been hiding in the grasses and observed the gathering from the other, inching closer and closer, ready to pounce at the best possible moment, should such present itself. So focussed was she on this task, that she was completely unaware of the other hunter.