The rustling came from her right, standing up, Riley brushed off the dirt and loose leaves from her dress and headed to the direction, picking up a sturdy stick as she was doing so. As quietly as she could, she peeked from around a tree and say a boy, burying something. She kept her breathing soft and was trying to not move so she couldn't alert him. She felt something land on her shoulder and looked to see what it was, screaming when she saw a spider. She brushed it off and jumped back, tripping over a root from a tree sticking out of the ground while in the process.

Cursing silently to herself, she got back to her feet. Deciding to build some courage up, she came into the clearing, face to face with the boy. "Um. Hi." She said, feeling a little awkward. She held the stick behind her back with a firm grip, just in case she was wrong about this boy and he turned out to be some sort of serial killer or something. "What are you burying?" She asked, standing on her tip-toes to try and see. It looked like a bag, probably its previous owner was slaughtered by this boy and here she was just hanging out, alone, in the woods with him.

[Sorry its short- hit a snag!]