Savage was out with his rifle stalking through the woods. It was the time of the day where deer laid low and didn't particularly moved a lot, which meant it was time for Savage to get up on them, to bring home some more to go with the dinner this day.
Crouching low, and moving slow, Savage was following specific tracks in the snow. It was a deer for sure, and it shouldn't be too far. Then he heard it! A stick snap in the near distance. That was perfect. The noise was coming at him, and the wind was blowing at him too. The deer wasn't about to get spooked by his scent. Carefully, quickly, and especially quietly, Savage tucked himself into some bushes that fit with the colored camouflage he was wearing, and waited for a clear shot. Though there was no deer.
It was a girl.
The fuck? Was Savage's instant thought. What was a girl her age doing exploring about Chet territory and alone at that. Scowling, Savage started stalking up behind the girl as she passed him. Rifle slung over his shoulder he crept right up on her, and a quick snatch out, he grabbed the back of her coat and jerked her sharply.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing here?"