Your teeth gritted as your ears pierced with each scratch of the knife against the stone in your grip. So engrossed in it, you'd barely noticed the crunching of leaves behind you.

When you finally glanced up, you caught sight of Shauna, approaching the deer carcass. Strange.

All the girls were on their period, syncing and everything, but so far Shauna didn't have any dirty laundry. Something was up with her, it was something about her behaviour, too. Your knife could wait.