Anya

You stalk through the forest, carefully following deer tracks which are quickly fading under the falling snow. The freezing wind bites where your skin is exposed. Despite the rough conditions, you press forward. Suddenly, a twig snaps to your right. You spin, facing the noise, and raise your weapon. A woman, in tattered clothing, stumbles forward. Please help me....I ran away from my village. The sound of distance shouting rings through the trees. Please! They can't find me!