When she realized the tiny green rock thousand year old being that was still totally being called a kid regardless wasn't stopping as she got closer to the woods, she stepped forward, but it was too late to do much of anything before the darkness swallowed her up. "Shit," she hissed under her breath, trying to shake the boredom of the long night off of her now that something was finally happening, took out her flare gun and shot it into the air to get the attention of the troopers, and then yanked the axe out of the back of her jeans so she could mark the spot where the kid had disappeared by forcefully lobbing it into the nearest tree.
And that is why a woman always needed an axe.
Of course, since she figured there was no guarantee the axe would still be there when she returned, she waited for the troopers to find her before going to deliver the news and have them stand guard over the spot. But it was a pretty big forest, so, while she was waiting for them, after a moment of frowning at the apparent spot where someone at least had managed to get through, she looked over at the pumpkin.
She...couldn't just...leave...a clearly upset pumpkin there, could she? Wrinkling her nose and fighting against something very deep inside of her that deemed this whole thing as stupid, she snapped her fingers to try to get its attention, letting out a little whistle, just like she did with her own dog.
"Here....pumpkin," she said, lowering her snapping fingers down to about the pumpkin's level and whistling again. "Come here....pumpkin, it's okay."
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When she realized the tiny green rock thousand year old being that was still totally being called a kid regardless wasn't stopping as she got closer to the woods, she stepped forward, but it was too late to do much of anything before the darkness swallowed her up. "Shit," she hissed under her breath, trying to shake the boredom of the long night off of her now that something was finally happening, took out her flare gun and shot it into the air to get the attention of the troopers, and then yanked the axe out of the back of her jeans so she could mark the spot where the kid had disappeared by forcefully lobbing it into the nearest tree.
And that is why a woman always needed an axe.
Of course, since she figured there was no guarantee the axe would still be there when she returned, she waited for the troopers to find her before going to deliver the news and have them stand guard over the spot. But it was a pretty big forest, so, while she was waiting for them, after a moment of frowning at the apparent spot where someone at least had managed to get through, she looked over at the pumpkin.
She...couldn't just...leave...a clearly upset pumpkin there, could she? Wrinkling her nose and fighting against something very deep inside of her that deemed this whole thing as stupid, she snapped her fingers to try to get its attention, letting out a little whistle, just like she did with her own dog.
"Here....pumpkin," she said, lowering her snapping fingers down to about the pumpkin's level and whistling again. "Come here....pumpkin, it's okay."