Firefly Glen made it out alive, but I think I lost it

Ameline returned to her campsite with the haunch of an elk in tow. For her hungry daughters, it would be breakfast- she’d selected the hunk of meat (complete still with the rest of the leg and hoof) from the leftovers before the sun had risen so that they could eat as soon as they awakened. 

Blue eyes- as bright and cool as sapphires- peered up hungrily as the woman drank. Ameline inhaled, and from the woman, she could smell only frost, and the pine-like scent of juniper. 

Ameline had once been a starving orphan- so she knew what hungry looked like. But she could also see potential in the woman’s form, health in her coat, and intelligence in her expression. 

She set the elk haunch down, and chuckled lightly. You jutht wandered into about the betht plathe on earth for a loner. She said, quietly, so she might not awaken those who slept still.