Bree was not a naturally stealthy person. A crash course in the woods had helped only a little. It was a miracle that the man didn't see her as he walked past, on a path that barely qualified as such, more of a deer trail really. She wasn't even breathing, too scared he woukd somehow hear her. She could tell from here he was a large sort of man, more in height than in breadth. But she was a very obviously lost woman, very, very far from civilization. She wasn't risking shit.
She waited until he was out of eyesight before she scurried down the tree like a squirrel and bolted back towards his cottage. She tried to be as quiet as possible, hands shaking as she brought the well bucket up time and time again, awkwardly pouring as much as she could into her worn plastic bottles. This wasn't even stealing. It was water in the ground. You couldn't steal water in the ground.
What she was going to do next was definitely going to be stealing, though.
She tried the windows first, gripping at the bottoms in case she could just pry them open. They were filthy with dirt; she couldn't even see through them. But they seemed to just be glass. And also locked. The front door also refused to open. Who lived alone in the woods and locked all their shit?! Fucking paranoid weirdo... She even climbed up the wall and tried the second story window, balancing precariously on the overhang of the window on the first floor. Also locked. The fuck.
Glancing desperately around, she apologized to no one in particular and picked up the largest rock she could from near the little stone wall that didn't quite surround his property so much as suggest vaguely at boundaries, in places. With a grunt of effort, she hefted it at the window, praying the crash wouldn't bring him immediately running back. She needed supplies.
It uuuuuuuuuuuh.
Uuuuuuuuuh.
It bounced off.
The rock. Bounced off the glass.
She stared at it, equal parts alarmed, confused, and an emotion she could only describe as 'welp.'
Bare ears perked up on top of her head. The sound of leaves crunching. She bolted, not waiting to see if it was just a raccoon or something. No risks for this girl, no thanks. She had already been cursed once. Something that lived alone in the woods with no other people around and had glass that repelled rocks was almost certainly trouble. With a capitol T.
However, as she lurked outside the boundaries to his domain, she realized that just water wasn't enough. She needed food. Desperately. And not just enough to stave off the constant dizzying pain... enough to get her out of this forest. That had been why she was going to break in. She had to figure out something that wasn't just eating his herbs, or she would be stuck here, and eventually starve to death. Or get caught. Both of which were really bad.
Before night fell, she found a safe sort of little hollow around the edges of his property. A nook in a tree, when dug out a bit more, gave her a good place to stash her bag. It wasn't big enough for her, too, not even in dog form, but it was really well hidden. She covered it back up partially with dirt, just to be safe, after she'd stripped nude in preparation for the setting of the sun.
She hid under a nearby bush until it was properly dark. She'd never stopped hating the dark, actually, she'd just grown numb to it. When fear was omnipresent, you just sort of... adjusted. But she was so near his place because she didn't trust herself not to get terribly lost alone at night, still.
It was a good thing she had hidden, too, because not long after true sunset, not long after she'd gone from girl to pup, the man happened by her little hiding place. Her heart stopped in her chest as he squatted by her tree. No. Nononono. But thank god, he didn't seem to notice the little hidey hole with all her belongings. She'd buried it well. He might have noticed the loose dirt, though... What a sharp eye... but surely he'd blame it on a wild animal? Plenty of things dug at tree roots.
She held her breath until he was gone, and then waited until all signs of life had been gone from his hut for a while before she risked scrambling back into his property. She was almost too scared to, but the ever present agony of hunger pushed her to things she would really rather not do.
She'd been ready to find something edible in his garden again when a scent caught her nose. Meat. She would recognize the smell of meat, cooked or raw, anywhere. Yes, he'd left something on top of a stump. Getting up to it was a bit of a challenge, small as she was, but she had quite a jump on her for a dog so small, and her parkour skills carried over... somewhat. She managed to get up a stump that for anything over six inches, would have been effortless.
There was a raw fish, already fileted and... possibly deboned. She would have to be cautious anyway. A pinbone at this size would be disastrous. This wasn't something that she could save, but at her size, it was a veritable feast, and she ate it as such despite the rawness. She was not in a position to be picky. She gorged herself; she felt very much like puking halfway through the second filet, but forced it to stay down. She would not lose this.
Afterwards, she set to exploring his property a bit more throughly under the cover of night. She found something more conveniently portable, and outside his house... potatoes. She recognized the leaves from back home... who knew growing up on a farm would ever have a use? She dug furiously and carelessly, probably damaging nearby plants in the process, until she managed to find those sweet, sweet tubers, which she grabbed, one by one, and dragged back to her tree, to hide when she had thumbs at dawn.
Potatoes safely stolen, she also took note of his very nice, seemingly abandoned chicken coop. It was clean... ish... and would do well for overnight shelter, especially since it was getting colder every night, and her dirty, somewhat matted fur was more for decoration then any practical use. She rested there for a bit after she had stolen his potatoes, but left it well before dawn, scared of the man rising before she had a chance to escape back into the woods.
As soon as dawn hit, she stuffed the potatoes into her bag. What had seemed like so much as a small dog was really not much at all... so much effort for so little, as always when she was five pounds. At least that much fish, digested in such a small body, would stave off starvation for another day.
She dressed quickly, then climbed back into a tree near the little footpath, this time at an angle where she could sort of see the house as well. If she could learn his pattern, perhaps she could find some way of breaking into his house to steal more than just a few potatoes.
She waited until he was out of eyesight before she scurried down the tree like a squirrel and bolted back towards his cottage. She tried to be as quiet as possible, hands shaking as she brought the well bucket up time and time again, awkwardly pouring as much as she could into her worn plastic bottles. This wasn't even stealing. It was water in the ground. You couldn't steal water in the ground.
What she was going to do next was definitely going to be stealing, though.
She tried the windows first, gripping at the bottoms in case she could just pry them open. They were filthy with dirt; she couldn't even see through them. But they seemed to just be glass. And also locked. The front door also refused to open. Who lived alone in the woods and locked all their shit?! Fucking paranoid weirdo... She even climbed up the wall and tried the second story window, balancing precariously on the overhang of the window on the first floor. Also locked. The fuck.
Glancing desperately around, she apologized to no one in particular and picked up the largest rock she could from near the little stone wall that didn't quite surround his property so much as suggest vaguely at boundaries, in places. With a grunt of effort, she hefted it at the window, praying the crash wouldn't bring him immediately running back. She needed supplies.
It uuuuuuuuuuuh.
Uuuuuuuuuh.
It bounced off.
The rock. Bounced off the glass.
She stared at it, equal parts alarmed, confused, and an emotion she could only describe as 'welp.'
Bare ears perked up on top of her head. The sound of leaves crunching. She bolted, not waiting to see if it was just a raccoon or something. No risks for this girl, no thanks. She had already been cursed once. Something that lived alone in the woods with no other people around and had glass that repelled rocks was almost certainly trouble. With a capitol T.
However, as she lurked outside the boundaries to his domain, she realized that just water wasn't enough. She needed food. Desperately. And not just enough to stave off the constant dizzying pain... enough to get her out of this forest. That had been why she was going to break in. She had to figure out something that wasn't just eating his herbs, or she would be stuck here, and eventually starve to death. Or get caught. Both of which were really bad.
Before night fell, she found a safe sort of little hollow around the edges of his property. A nook in a tree, when dug out a bit more, gave her a good place to stash her bag. It wasn't big enough for her, too, not even in dog form, but it was really well hidden. She covered it back up partially with dirt, just to be safe, after she'd stripped nude in preparation for the setting of the sun.
She hid under a nearby bush until it was properly dark. She'd never stopped hating the dark, actually, she'd just grown numb to it. When fear was omnipresent, you just sort of... adjusted. But she was so near his place because she didn't trust herself not to get terribly lost alone at night, still.
It was a good thing she had hidden, too, because not long after true sunset, not long after she'd gone from girl to pup, the man happened by her little hiding place. Her heart stopped in her chest as he squatted by her tree. No. Nononono. But thank god, he didn't seem to notice the little hidey hole with all her belongings. She'd buried it well. He might have noticed the loose dirt, though... What a sharp eye... but surely he'd blame it on a wild animal? Plenty of things dug at tree roots.
She held her breath until he was gone, and then waited until all signs of life had been gone from his hut for a while before she risked scrambling back into his property. She was almost too scared to, but the ever present agony of hunger pushed her to things she would really rather not do.
She'd been ready to find something edible in his garden again when a scent caught her nose. Meat. She would recognize the smell of meat, cooked or raw, anywhere. Yes, he'd left something on top of a stump. Getting up to it was a bit of a challenge, small as she was, but she had quite a jump on her for a dog so small, and her parkour skills carried over... somewhat. She managed to get up a stump that for anything over six inches, would have been effortless.
There was a raw fish, already fileted and... possibly deboned. She would have to be cautious anyway. A pinbone at this size would be disastrous. This wasn't something that she could save, but at her size, it was a veritable feast, and she ate it as such despite the rawness. She was not in a position to be picky. She gorged herself; she felt very much like puking halfway through the second filet, but forced it to stay down. She would not lose this.
Afterwards, she set to exploring his property a bit more throughly under the cover of night. She found something more conveniently portable, and outside his house... potatoes. She recognized the leaves from back home... who knew growing up on a farm would ever have a use? She dug furiously and carelessly, probably damaging nearby plants in the process, until she managed to find those sweet, sweet tubers, which she grabbed, one by one, and dragged back to her tree, to hide when she had thumbs at dawn.
Potatoes safely stolen, she also took note of his very nice, seemingly abandoned chicken coop. It was clean... ish... and would do well for overnight shelter, especially since it was getting colder every night, and her dirty, somewhat matted fur was more for decoration then any practical use. She rested there for a bit after she had stolen his potatoes, but left it well before dawn, scared of the man rising before she had a chance to escape back into the woods.
As soon as dawn hit, she stuffed the potatoes into her bag. What had seemed like so much as a small dog was really not much at all... so much effort for so little, as always when she was five pounds. At least that much fish, digested in such a small body, would stave off starvation for another day.
She dressed quickly, then climbed back into a tree near the little footpath, this time at an angle where she could sort of see the house as well. If she could learn his pattern, perhaps she could find some way of breaking into his house to steal more than just a few potatoes.
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