Caz dan Ro. Hiding outside a secluded cabin in the Black Hills- Crack of Dawn

Hungry, so hungry. 
Her vision was blurry and she felt exhausted despite the fact that she’d barely moved in hours. For three days she hadn’t been able to find food. No humans to steal from and no familiar plants that could be eaten. She didn’t dare to take the risk of eating something poisonous. She had stumbled across the small house almost by mistake, walking along the vegetation had suddenly disappeared and she’d taken a few steps out into the open before she’d noticed it. She hid again and thanked her lucky stars she hadn’t been detected. Two men were outside the cabin, each of them if not both could’ve been facing her direction, but she was lucky. 
She was planning on leaving when a familiar sound reached her ears, the clucking of a chicken.
When Gors entered the outlands to plunder chicken were amongst the animals that were often taken alive, they were small enough to carry and easy to manage. in the desert they didn’t survive for long, but enough to break the monotony of the typical Gor diet. 

She could see around a dozen of the feathery creatures roaming around, out in the open, unprotected… But once she went after them they’d start a ruckus and the two men would be on her in seconds. Of course she could handle two mere men, and Gurgans were barely that… but she would prefer to have put some serious distance between herself and the cabin before they found out she’d been there. She couldn’t just leave either, for three days she’d been searching for food, she wasn’t about to turn down the only meat she’d seen in a week because of the risk of being discovered. 
One of the men, the younger one, was chopping wood. The older one was talking and ‘supervising’. Caz wondered if she could use the noise from his chopping to go in, get a hen and leave again without the men hearing anything. She doubted it, but was ready to try anything when one of the men raised his voice. 
“I’m telling you that it was nothing.” The mans voice was loud enough for even Caz to hear clearly what he said. They started to argue, shouting at each other instead of talking. caz dan Ro was not a fool and she took the chance she’d been given. Swift as a mongoose she darted across the open area and hid just behind the house itself. There she stopped to catch her breath and listen. 
“The spark!” The older man cried, clearly too invested in the argument to notice anything around himself. She was relieved, but knew that their fight wouldn’t end forever. The chickens had run away, but not too far. Caz selected a big one and swung her staff around with the precision of a Gor warrior. She caught the animal right across the head and as the rest of them scattered her hen was unconscious on the ground. She grabbed in quickly and returned to the corner of the wall. 

“Time and time again, you refuse to even think about hunting them down, what kind of man are you!? To let the death of your we-“
A crash followed and Caz risked a peek. The older man had struck the younger hard and they were both on the ground. It wasn’t optimal, but the fight was over and she couldn’t wait any longer. As the old man leaned over the young Caz ran as silently as she could across the open space into the safety of the forest. She didn’t stop to peek behind her, she kept running as far as she could manage. There was a small lake nearby, with water clean enough to drink. She’d make a fire, cook the bird and eat until she could not stomach another bite. Then she’d drink from the lake and bathe and wash her clothes. She made plans to return the next day and capture another one. Then she’d better leave for good, at least she’d leave with a full belly and more food in her hand. 

The lake came into view, such an abundance of water just sitting there and the Gurgans built their house all the way over there. Idiots. 
She grabbed her small knife and slit the throat of the animal, a few long straws of grass used as string held the legs together and she hung the bird from a low branch to drain it of blood. it’d take a while to get a fire going, so she started immediately. All she needed was two pieces of wood and some patience, the fire would come, then the food. With her mouth salivating she started to rub the two pieces of wood against each other.