She climbed silently down from her hiding spot amidst the rocks. The traveler sat by his campfire, did not see her till she was close enough to kill.
He didn’t run, though. “Greetings.”
She was startled, stopped in her tracks.
“What are we, then? Not human, I take it.”
She stared at him.
“Not anymore, anyhow. Sit, warm yourself…”
She did, in spite of herself.
He continued, “I have food.” He held out a metal cup, for which she eventually reached, slowly, carefully.
“There’s nothing out here more dangerous than you and I, taken together. Relax. Tell me a story.”