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Sassy makes her way back to the group
Her pockets were full of stones; they hung heavily against her legs, banging rhythmically against her thighs as she walked along. It was good that her pockets were full, but her tummy, on the other hand, was quite empty. Sassy dug deep into the pockets of her vest and searched through her tattered little pack . . . nothing . . .
‘I wonder if the others found any food,’ she sighed, stopping to try and get her bearings. Her little hands were on her hips as she turned in a circle trying to decide where she was and where the others were. She spied a fairly tall rocky outcropping a little ways away from her. Climbing up to the top of it she squinted into the distance until she saw the smoke rising from a campfire. It must be Sondo and the others, she thought, but even if it weren’t them she was going to go there. She would find some way to get some food, even if she had to beg or steal.
It was growing dark by the time Sassy reached the source of the fire. Sassy snuck up quietly and crouched down behind a clump of bushes a little ways away. She could hear hear the voices of people talking to each other . . . and she knew them! It was her companions. Sassy stood up, taking a close look at the group. There didn’t see to be any of the Big Folk about. With a quiet sigh of relief she made her way to the edge of the group as they sat about, eating.
Without a word or nod to anyone, Sassy took a chunk of bread from one of the dishes and a thick slice of smoked pork from another. She sat by herself, her eyes looking warily into the shadows. She was tired and on edge, not just from the events of the day, but of this whole ‘adventure’. She didn’t know if she could stand anymore surprises.
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