Emily had set up a little nest in what looked like an abandoned beaver work area where chopped logs created a little wind-break. She was still really shaken in the aftermath of the bear attack. While she hadn't physically been injured, she'd always found the psychological ones were the more potent injuries anyway.

She was staring at the hunk of bear meat she'd taken as she fled the scene of the attack. She wasn't entirely sure she should - or even could - eat it. But more importantly, she wasn't sure if she wanted to eat it raw. She'd spent the last hour or so debating it.