It was finally time for Scott to come and get her. In the three days she had been at the shack she and made her armor, thinking carefully as she made it and shaped it. She had even taken the bears claws and attached them to the armor on her four-arm, she had let the fire burn the armor slightly to make it black, and put the hood with the armor. She had seen her reflection in some water at one point, she had a scar on her eyebrow from the bear, and the black armor made her look dangerous.<br/>Zandra now hid in dark part of the upper trees, watching as Scott arrived. Her aim was better now, while waiting for the armor to boil she had practiced throwing her daggers. Zandra didn't plan on leaving until Scott apologized for the stew. She was perched in the upper branch, not moving a muscle, as silent as ever. Waiting.