Haunted Wood damn your love, damn your lies

she pulls her face from the snow as the teasing voice of Vanity has her stiffen, turning to face her. stilted "no." slips from her lips, at once vaguely ashamed and irate. her words make no sense to the girl; her mother had not been alive long enough to teach her to hunt, least of all mice in the snow. no one else had bothered to. "why'd you hunt a mouse, anyways? they're tiny."