Escape, survival and whateverelse...she brought you rabbits!
"Rabbits!" She said excitedly placing the dead things by the fire. It was snowing again which meant her tracks would be covered by the time they came looking again. They had made shelter in cave and a part of her had forgotten they were still not entirely free. But now in that moment they were. They weren't POWs or even soldiers in the resistance they were free.
She sat down and took out a sharpened bit of bone to begin skinning rabbits. It was surprising how easily it was to do after awhile. There came a point when the hunger outweighed any squeamishness she felt about draining the blood of critters. The little red rabbit souls sniffing at her hands though, those always made her feel a little guilty.