She awoke to something gripping her foot, jolting her upright and causing her to collide with the springy branches above. Leaves and twigs rained down around her as she flailed her arms, attempting to untangle her hair from the snagging twigs. Scratched, dishevelled, and annoyed, she crawled out of her hiding place to find Jamie squatted nearby, an amused expression on his face. The sun was setting, casting shadows over the rocky canyon. The aroma of roasting meat wafted from a small fire crackling among the rocks near the stream, where two rabbits cooked on a makeshift spit fashioned from sharpened green sticks.