Freesia walked in the continuously darkening woods, birds squawked and animals scurried. She held her hand spear tightly as she approached a dear with caution. She licked her lips and stepped back to spring the spear forward, but the bell on her tan and white tail, dinged, causing the deer to be alerted and run. "Dang it!" she said, gripping the spear tightly, wanting to throw it, but not wanting to lose it. Freesia tucked the spear back in her boot and walked back towards the small river, there she pulled out her spear and aimed for many fish and caught two, which she planned on taking home.

She tucked the fish in a bucket and headed back through the woods towards her home, the last place she wanted to be.