Face to Face {Closed RP with Maxwilliamcarter}
Winona had been gathering grasses all morning, bundling them into large rolls, which she then tied together with yet more grass, and then made straps with yet more grass. These packs that she then slung over her shoulders and onto her back, so that she could carry them more easily back to her camp.
She had been walking back to her camp in the forest, wheezing gently as she took her steps. Lunch sounded wonderful. She had been awake since the sun barely came up, just barely high enough over the horizon that she wouldn't be attacked by the very thing that so frequently caught her attention. But she knew that she needed lots of grasses so that she could stockpile them for the future. That was her system with things. Binge on collecting one certain material and then stockpile as much as possible until the next binge weeks in the future.
But as she walked briskly through the forest along the winding path, the gentle chirping of birds from the pine trees greeted her as she returned home. Generally she was the only one who lived on this side of the forest. It was her little area of the island, apart from the other survivors. So when she could hear the movements of another person (or even a pigman for that matter - they hardly wandered this far south), she immediately became suspicious.
