Sleepy Fox Hollow pyroclast ii

There were three of them now, all sizing her up, and that answered the question of their place on the pecking order of predator and prey. The mannerisms of the female who joined them reminded Eliza of others she had hunted; the way of the male reminded her of father's protective stance. Eliza kept herself small and tucked neatly out of range. The cracked ice could be her skull, if she were not careful - but she did not cower.

There are no others, she freely confessed, tasting like bitter herbs on her tongue, I am the only one. 

They had not answered her question, so she did not answer theirs.

And dinner?

Dinner would be smaller, or even not at all.

I am just curious, she tried again. If they threatened her, then she would leave. As it was, she took no movement towards our away, I am not from here, and the likes of you are not where I am from. What are you called?

No need to ask if they were hunted here. She saw that already.