Emberwood No way we all get through this...

He was right, of course - Everfree had lived under the threat of starvation her whole life, and had become an excellent hunter of small game to compensate. Combined with a willingness to eat pretty much anything that wasn't rocks or poison, it was a skill that had allowed her to grow large despite her circumstances. "Effie," she introduced, stopping at a respectable distance. "Everfree. Betch'er furry pooper I would be huntin', but I'm on the run." Everfree lowered her voice to a whisper and made a show of glancing around the forest with narrowed eyes. "From a scary ol' critter too; wants me proper dead like. Saved her prisoners I did, set 'em all free." Not exactly true. Not true at all, in fact - but the lie had slipped out before Everfree could do anything to stop it. She decided to buy herself some time to flesh out the lie by diverting attention back to Stark. "Why's a fella like you wanderin' round here all alone, hum? Y'runnin' too?"