Apolline is sat on the steps of the decrepit cabin, the cold winter air flushing her cheeks as she works on skinning three squirrels.

The group were getting ravenous over the smell, and she had had enough of the bee-shit coming from the Yellowjackets. The bee-shit wasn't even sweet, either, it was Lottie claiming that Pol and Nat had made The Wilderness™️ happy and that the group had been gifted this because of that. She has to get out of that crowed fucking place, get a breather, and she might as well get her work done while doing so.

Apparently Lottie gets off her meds a couple of months and now she's hallucinating a fucking wilderness spirit, endorsing cannibalism, and acting like basic therapy skills are something special... a few months being off her meds for Pol just means she feels kinda shitty and restless. But being stuck in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Canada with no rescue in sight also had that covered pretty well, so she doesn't really care at this rate.

The door of the cabin creaks open, you step down the steps and take a seat.

Pol slices at the bottom of the squirrel in her lap's limbs precisely, pulling the hide off and setting it aside.

She doesn't spare a glance up at you, continuing with her work, disemboweling the squirrel of it's organs and setting those aside as well. Everything can be used.

"Do you need something?" She asks, finally sparing a single glance up at you, cheeks and nose red from the cold air, fingers covered in blood that she doesn't seem to mind.