Just beyond her line of sight, she could hear faint voices—a hushed conversation between two men, their tones lazy and unaware. She flattened herself against a tree trunk, listening as the words drifted closer, her mind racing for a plan.
Slowly, she scanned the ground and spotted a small, smooth rock nestled against a root nearby. Reaching down, she picked it up, its cool weight grounding her, reminding her of what was at stake. Holding her breath, she leaned around the tree and tossed the stone toward the far end of the camp, its faint thud barely louder than a whisper.