Arrow Lake eyes carved in

he answers easily, the name utterly foreign. she can not know him, she decides; she's looking for something that doesn't exist, no matter how common it seems, lately. "hela." comes her introduction, but her mind is already somewhere else. this boy is easy, simple to talk too and apparently straightforward. 

"there are a group of turkey, over the ridge." to flighty to try for herself, where there's so little cover and she doubts a solo hunt would be successful.  "we could hunt them. unless you'd rather lie there." it is a fair offer, made evenly; being alone has not been easy and food is often the very fore of her priorities, now.