Why isn't she saying anything? Rhea wondered and followed her inside.
Inside was small but warm. There was a bed against the wall, a fire at the other corner, a stool with a table in the middle, a small shelf close to the door, and a single window.
Rhea watched as the girl curled up on the hard bedding. For a moment, she was still, as if sleep might finally claim her. But then, without warning, she rose and slipped into the night, her pale figure swallowed by shadows under the massive moon.
Rhea quietly tagged along.
The girl moved along the shore, her pace was quick, until she vanished into the forest. Rhea trailed after her. At the sound of wolves howling somewhere in the distance, Rhea's skin prickled.
The girl halted at the mouth of a cave, crouched low, stuffing wild berries into her mouth with greedy hands.
