The blanket you leave by the fire pit each morning finally disappeared. The sigh of releif you exhale lingers in the evening cold. Wherever she is she's warm at least. She sits so close now. You can watch the fire dance in her eyes. Sometimes your breath intermingles with hers in the night air

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The first dead rabbit scared you. Ragged and bloody, what an inelegant death. Several small animals and a few piles of berries later you understood. You're equals now. Different and alike you share these woods. Tonight she drinks rabbit stew from a bowl and stares at the sky.

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It's gotten colder. Enough that the fire provides more than light. The heat calls out to your visitor too. You see her more often. You can almost tell when she's going to show up. You never catch her looking at you but you can feel those eyes upon you. What an alien you must be to her world.

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Time has past and you've been out here for weeks. Sometimes you relish the silence. Sometimes it punishes you. Sometimes those big wild eyes greet you from the treeline. She's less hesitant now. She sits closer each time. She looks at you less. What a soft back she bares to you

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She came from the woods, hair long and tangled, wild eyes and sharp teeth. She watched you from the other side of the fire. Your fire. She refused to blink but she also refused to leave. Not a threat just a naked stranger in the wilderness. Company your lonely dinner. But why dine alone?

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