Miri’khete followed through the trees, falling back as they approached the lighter area around their camp. The light of the fire and their torches would likely prove a problem but she was up for the challenge. Seeing how they skinned the deer, she wondered briefly if it were worth stealing. It got cold out in the night and the furs would certainly serve as good protection against the elements but she couldn’t help but be wary. If she was too ambitious in what she tried to steal, they would notice and she could be captured. Humans were really not too tolerant of thieves, as she’d discovered, even if those thieves were taking things that they were to throw away anyway.

She dropped her bag so she’d be lighter on her feet and less likely to be noticed. Taking the time to mark the tree under which she left her bag, she turned and headed towards the camp. Getting close as she dared, Miri hid in the shadows and waited for an opening. Their conversation floated over on the wind and she caught little snippets of sentences. 

It seemed that perhaps she had been noticed by one of them after all. The one that had looked right at her, too. She hadn’t been quite as sneaky as she had hoped to be, then. It surprised her that he seemed to dwell on it for so long after the rest of them had seemingly dismissed it. Getting past him would be the hardest part of getting to the food, then. He was the most observant of them all. Miri drew her hood over her head and waited, her eyes flickering around the group as she searched for a good enough chance for her to get close and steal some food.