The Sunspire said that i was fine, said it from my coffin

The wild girl hunted. 

Two green eyes were watching the woman.
Peering through the brush and slits of stone. Blond and white fur dotted in leaves and sticks. Bundle in mouth filled with its array of trinkets and trophies. Different rocks, this time around. 

She wasn't sure if they should kill her.

Maybe another sick one. So, Nutuyikruk looked carefully for white foam and red eyes on the dark furred figure. There were no strange looking cuts or twitching muscles. 

A calmness that she drank for a time, drawing nearer, hiding.