She backs away from you, whimpering in fear. She seems more scared of you than you are of her.
Looks like you'll have to gain her trust before she can talk to you in coherent sentences.
I always carry a hunting knife in my pocket when roaming the woods, could that be scaring her?
I dig the utility knife out of my pocket, along with anything else that could be a weapon, and throw it as far as possible. So about two yards or so.
I slowly walk forward, careful to keep my hands up and open, and my eyes on her.
What the hell is even happening?
I have to try to calm her down.
I pull and unwrapped oatmeal bar out of my bag. She could be hungry, so maybe food could win me some trust? Wait, could she think this could hurt her?
I tear open the green packaging around the granola. I break off a bit of it and eat it.
"It's alright, see? If I can eat it, so can you."
I try to form the shape of the colored tinfoil back over the bar, and toss it over to her.
I hope it doesn't scare her...
I rip off my bag, and unzip the top. There, on the bottom, lays a small orange and a protein bar.
I sit doen slowly, and scootch closer, bit by bit until I'm about 3 feet away from her. The orange is pretty easy to peel, and I toss the peel into the woods. I hold out a segment of the fruit, juice pouring down my hand.
What's she going to do?
Is it even a good idea to be this close?
Take off my jacket, even though it's below freezing, and wrap in around her.
I pick her up and carry her, like a firefighter, for about 15 minutes. With a peeled orange in hand, I carry her to the edge of the woods, and rest for a bit. The journey continues until I reach my dusty mint house, unlock the door, and plop her on the couch ad bibrant as the fruit in my hand.
I can't just undress her and give her clean clothes, but since she's wearing a button up, I take that off from under her sweater and slip her into a large crow neck sweater.
I place her back on the couch and throw a huge comforter over her, as she must be freezing. I decide to leave the rest of the orange and a half empty bag of dill chips for when she wakes up.
I don't want someone with a voracious hunger like that staying in my house.
Should I have even brought her here?
Guess I'll have to see...