Such occurrences seemed very ordinary to her.
"Outside is very dangerous," the boy mused for a moment before speaking again.
In her backpack was a bow and arrow she had made herself, which she now slung on her back.
The bow and arrow looked big, taller than her.
"I've been out here many times by myself."
The boy still didn't quite understand, "Why do you hunt alone?"
"For food," the little girl's soft voice, innocent sounding, "I also want to decorate my house nice and pretty."
To eat enough, to survive, that was why she hunted.
A simple truth.
"But you are still a child," the boy frowned.
Hanna was putting on warm boots and, turning to look at the boy, said, "You are also just a child."
Her cheeks were puffed out, looking somewhat upset.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect..."
Didn't expect that there were others like him.
"I'm going out now."
Hanna stood up and stomped her feet in place.
The boots were newly acquired, too big, not fitting well.
