She screamed to the heavens, and not a soul called back.
She was utterly alone, and she was grateful for that.

A horrible turn to have when trapped.
A feathered arrow, tied with precision and care lodged in her back.

Although pain was not something she lacked.
she thought she would die, and to her, that's a fact.

The sound of snow crunching from someone unknown.
Told her that she was no longer alone.

Her newfound companion wanted her blood.
When she saw their figures all she thought was "Crud".