Stick jabbing, the fire crackled even louder. Leaning back onto her short chair, Bloomer watched blankly as the pot hanging over the fire bubbled. Looking at her light camp setup, she patted her stomach again. Watching. Waiting.

A rustling from nearby had her ears perking up, as she looked over to see a humanish form from the nearby foliage. Bloomer nearly jumped, before she narrowed her eyes, standing up to get a better look.