It was late evening when she found the wild onions. She looked around and sniffed the air before cautiously put her head down and started eating them. Since the humans disappeared it’s been hard going. For a little while it was good. There were plenty of scraps in the garbage, but they soon spoiled. She soon started hunting cats, after seeing some of them eating human remains. Now, they too were scarce, and things have gotten much more dangerous. Sometime ago, she saw what she thought was a human. She ran up to it, barking with joy, then it turned around. All she remembered was the yellow eyes and a sharp pain. She has three long scars on her side from that day.
The sun began to rise and melt away the mist that hung over the pine needle covered ground. The growing light slowly brought life to the forest and illuminated the lone soul laying there, next to a smoldering fire. He slowly woke, rubbing life back into his cold stiff muscles. With fists to his eyes he slowly stood up and began to look around. Nothing looked familiar, he was lost. He cursed his blood lust and his foolish pursuit of his fleeing enemy. When he had led his band of Osage warriors against the Missouri, it was his men that broke the stalemate and chased them back across the Great River and further north into his enemies territory. Now, here he was, in the land of his enemy, lost and alone, with only his flint knife for protection.