Clover was almost to the house when she heard an odd noise near by. She was curious, food could wait. She frowned looking at the bag and then the near by deck. She dropped off the things and called into the house to let them know there was food and she had forgotten something more and she would be back. She didn't want to startle anyone if the noise was nothing.<br/><br/>Clover headed towards the tree line. She wore slacks, her own button up and hair tucked up into her cap. She was obviously trying to pass as a boy from a distance though close up it was hard to deny she had curves the shirt could not hide.<br/><br/>She stepped past the trees and peeked further in. Had she seen something blue, "hello," she called out cautious and careful. The woman who ran the house didn't like them going to far in the woods. Clover did not know why, she didn't know it was because the woman who lived in the attic was not what she seemed and left bits of her meals buried away our here. Clover had none of these thoughts. "Are you lost," she asked loudly, cautious. She had a pocket knife but she didn't want to get close if what ever it was dangerous.