Arriving at the small flat she called home now, she took a quick look at the shoebox on top of the drawers. It hadn't moved. Of course it hadn't. A tug in her heart made her move closer, grabbing the box and opening it. Her throwing knives lay on top, taken good care off like she was taught. She moved dubious ingredients and parts aside absentmindedly as she digged deeper, finding what she sought: A crumbled picture of them all, smiling brightly towards the camera.
It was taken on a so called 'Holiday'. As all holidays in their family, it had been a mask for their hunting trip to some faraway area, but still. It had been a great time.
[s]Fath[/s] Mathias' face was scratched through, she remembered doing it in a fit of rage only half a year ago.
She smiled sourly and put the picture back.
[i]Perhaps...[/i]
The idea played in her mind, despite active effort on her side to push it away.
[i]She could call them. Together they could clear the forest in no time...[/i]
She frowned, placing the lid back on the box.
[i]She could see them all again...[/i]
Angrily she kicked the shoebox away, watching it slide under her desk as she turned around and got her smartphone out. There had to be a different way to handle this.