The Forest.

Brielynn weaved through the trees. Her feet pounded against the soil. Her hair was in a ponytail today, away from her face. Her heart was thumping, as she heard a noise nearby. Knowing was it was, an animal. She lurched towards the closest tree, and hid behind it. Waited for the noise to come closer, or at least in range. In her hand she gripped on a knife, from which she'd gotten from her brother. The rustling of the animal approached. Around two meters would be the distance between herself and the animal. That'll do. She thought silently, whipping her body so she faced the trunk of the tree only for a split second before she jumped to the side and threw the knife. It glided through the crisp air before it pierced it. It was a rabbit. Glazed brown color. Plump, too. The knife lodges its way into its side. Not where she aimed, but oh well. Brielynn went over and hauled the knife out, finding its new home into the rabbits throat. Lifting it up, she brought it over to the tree she hid behind earlier, she rested it on the side of the trunk, deciding to sit down beside to catch her breathe from the adrenaline.