Raccoon Bagging

With her heart beating loudly in her ears now, Stella sank slightly in her crouch and pulled the dead raccoon closer. Pulling her bag around that was made of animal skin, she pulled a large cloth out and wrapped up the racoon, tying a quick knot before shoving it back into the bag.

Gulping, she slowly raised up and stayed in a bent posture. Going to one of the nearby trees, she made her way toward the sound she'd heard, knife in hand and held close to her body in a protective manner.

"...h..." She started and had to clear her throat to get a better hold on her voice. The last time she'd spoken to anyone was months ago. "Hello?" She finally called out cautiously.