Haunted Wood the greater cause

gone was the subject from her mind as the man provideed the name of the woman he sought after. the deer's squall faded, fear and life gone from its eyes.  she spared the man a glance before instinct drove her to eat, and for some time she busied herself on the open gash that was the deer's belly.

she stepped back.  i can watch for this woman, she says.  though she had no reason to offer, there was nothing else for her to be doing.  and if she could prove herself as useful, it might do her well.  i am ingrid.