Sat on the side of the forest surrounded road, picking flowers in the unkept grass, you wait quietly for any human to pass by and offer help. It should happen soon. You were a child, after all, what human wouldn't lend their warm hand.

Your father lurks behind the trees, that his dark cloak concealing any of his pale features. Obviously, you needed help killing your prey. A four year old couldn't do it on her own.