Foxy Skipper sees a fire, but stays hidden.

She pulled herself up, trying hard not to rustle the leaves. She only had a bit higher to go for the fork in the branch she had spotted.

She finally reached the top and looked down, taking in how high up she was. She then looked around, trying to make out her surroundings. She saw no signs of life, other than her breath clouding the air before her.

She turned to the trunk, sitting on the left branch of the fork (the thicker one), and pulled her backpack off her shoulders. She set it before her, quietly unzipping it. She pulled out a black sleeping bag and rested it on the fork, then digging through the bag more.

She pulled out a long rope and tired it around the bag, enough so that if it fell she would still be snugly tucked inside. She crawled in, putting her bag at the foot.

She looked around again, her blue eyes scanning the landscape. Then she heard a crack. She flinches, looking around wildly.

Then a few small clicks, and a fire was lit right across from her. Her eyes flew open in shock, and she ducked down in the bag. Her bright red hair would stand out too badly, so she pushed it in. She curled up in the bag, her breathing heavy.

As she lay there, her mind was spinning. Who was stupid enough to do this? Then she heard voices.

"Okay, sit over there and prop your leg up on that log." Said one voice. The crunching of leaves followed, and a small grunt.

"Lemmie see what I can do." Said the voice again. Another let out a grunt again.

The girl in the sleeping bag peeked put, looking. Two people, one had a slash on their leg. She flinched at the cut, and pulled herself back into the bag.

She zoned out their voices, and managed to fall asleep. She had spent a long time running today, and was really tired.

Sorryy it's a short thingie, but I didn't have a ton of room for an in-depth story.

Sorry fam.

Swagtastic98 here ya go