She tries to comfort herself by repeating out loud, "They're just stories, they're not true." Her heart begins to calm down, but it's still beating rather fast. She exhales very loudly and goes back to drawing. The sun lights the sky on fire as it begins to dip below the mountain. She is totally focused on her drawing, blocking the rest of the world out. She should be building a fire for the night to keep warm...and to keep the predators away, but it completely slips her mind. All other thoughts fade away as she puts every detail into her drawing. She captures every line on the trees, every ray of diminishing sunlight, every acorn on the ground. Something could be out there right at this moment, watching and waiting to strike, but she would be totally oblivious to it.