Food was starting to be a problem. No matter where he looked, he couldn’t find anything that looked edible. He couldn’t even fish, not with ice covering the surface of every pond he came across.
Yep. He was going to starve out there.
It's cold... too cold... and there's snow everywhere!! On the ground, in the trees... in her socks.... Mary tries not to focus too much on the freezing wet soaking through to her skin. No.... she'll focus on the fact that she's still alone out here.... alone and afraid.
Except maybe not so alone. She eyes the boy tentatively, shaking in her wet socks..... but he seems kind of hungry (or angry but she prefers the first) so against her better judgement, she slowly (v e r y slowly) approaches him.
"A....are you ok??" She fumbles inside her bag. "Would you like some candy.....maybe.....?"
