Anna-Marie was sniffling, wiping at her snotty nose as she walked through the snow that was nearly up to her little tummy. She didnt remember much but she had remembered her mean old Daddy taking her for a drive. He told her he was taking her to the beach but instead, he drove for a whole half a day and stopped the car, telling her to get out. Once she was out the car, all excited to find a beach, he drove off and left her there in the snow. She should have known the big meanie wouldnt have let her go to the beach when it was snowing so much.

She was walking for what felt like hours, her little body quivering. She didnt have anywhere to go through.

When she felt like her tummy was going to end up eating her, she smelt a yummy meaty smell in the air. Sneezing, she wiping her snot on her pink sleeve before trudging over to where she could smell it.

It seemed like she was in the middle of nowhere but no, there among the trees was a wood cabin. Smiling, she thought it looked like the one from the Goldilocks and the three bears or the small house that belonged to seven drawfs. Hoping there were some nice little people or bears inside, she walked up to the cabin.

"Hello?" she croaked, peaking her little head through the door but no body was home. "Three bears? grumpy? snow white?" she called again but it was still empty. Tired and cold, she went all the way through the doorway before padding over to the kitchen, looking up at the huge roast beef thing that was cooling ontop of an oven that was powered by logs.

"Might be a huntsman" she said, thinking of the strong man from her fairy tales who chopped wood. None the less, she took the plate off the stove and plopped down on the floor, helping herself to the yummy meat. She hadnt eaten since her piece of toast at breakfast so without any thought of who's house it might be and why they were in the middle of no where, she ate all of the mouth watering beef.

Little did she know, another figure was heading towards the cabin.

Logan's feet trudged through the snow as he walked back with a bucket resting on his shoulder. It had water in it from the stream that was at least 30 yards away. He had left his dinner cooling on the stove to eat for later, not knowing that a little brat would eat it. He saw the door opened and he extracted his free set of claws. Someone trespassed into his home.

He walked inside. "Who's here?!" he called. "I'm the owner of this house and i'll kick yer ass if ya don't coperate!" he yelled into the cabin, stepping inside.

Anna-Marie had been rubbing her bloated tummy after eating all of the yummy beef but looked up when she heard a man talking like a meanie. She looked around before crawling under the table to hide from him. He wasnt no bear or drawf!

Setting down the bucket, Logan sniffed and smelled it was a kid. He retracted his claws and walked into the kitchen. "I now know yer a kid. Are ya a small pup or what?" he asked, still trying to find her.

She was too scared to answer though, waiting until he passed the table before running into the living room, hiding behind the recliner chair in there.

"Kid, I'm not playin' around, come here!" he called again, getting tired of this game as he looked around the kitchen. He growled when he saw what should have been his dinner. "Aint no one ever teach ya not to break into a stranger's house?!" he was really starting to get pissed now.

She peaked a little more over the armrest. "Are you a huntsman?" she asked in a small voice.

Logan turned to the voice, letting his claws go back in when he saw the state of the little pipsqueak. "Yeah" he said, hoping it would stop the little brat from continuing this little game of hide and seek.

Anna-Marie was smarter then he thought though as she looked him up and down. "Where's yeh axe and big boots?" she asked.

"In the closet" he shrugged, walking over to her.

She looked around before looking back up at him now he was towering over her. "Ah'm hungry" she told him.

"yeah well, ya ate all mah dinner" he shrugged, picking her up by the back of her shirt. "Shouldnt ya be with a parent or somethin'?" he asked, noting how soaked her little clothes were.

"Ah dunno where they are" she frowned, remembering her Daddy going away.

Logan heaved a sigh of annoyance. "Well, ya aint stayin' in those clothes, Ah think ah got somethin' ya can wear" he told her, not wanting a rugrat to freeze to death on him.

"Do yeh have anythin' else teh eat?" she asked, only focusing on the rumbling in her tummy.

"Ah might have somethin' but me and you are gonna have a talk after ya warm up" he grunted, taking her to his bedroom before dropping her gently onto his bed.

"About what?" she instantly kneeled up, nosing at him going through his clothes

"'bout where the hell ya came from" he took out a warm jumper for her.

"Mama said Ah came from a stark"

"Not that kind of 'came from'" he rolled his eyes, tossing the jumper to her. "Put that on" he grunted, going out and closing the door behind him.

Anna-Marie pulled a face at the door, thinking the huntsman was real grumpy but did as she was told, taking her clothes off before putting the long jumper on her.

By the time she walked out the room, the grumpy man had started a fire and had something yummy smelling in the kitchen. She sat down in front of the fire, not saying anything as she took in the welcoming warmth.

"Here" she heard him say before a bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of her. "Chicken soup, should warm ya up" he said before sitting down on the recliner.

"Thank yeh" she flashed him a smile as she rolled up the long sleeves, getting her hands through.

She dipped her hand in the soup but frowned when it just went through her fingers. She liked eating with her hands but she never had soup before.

"What are ya? an animal?" Logan rose his brow, watching her.

"No, Ah'm a girl" she looked up at him like he was a weirdo.

Shaking his head, he picked up the soup, showing it to her. "Ya eat with this, dipshit" he grunted.

She stuck her tongue out at him, taking the spoon as she ate with that in stead.

"What are ya doin' out here on yer own, anyway?" he asked.

"Mah Daddy dropped meh off" she said as she ate.

"Why?"

"Ah dunno" she ate. "He was taking meh to the beach and he told meh to get out the car because we were there so Ah did but Ah didnt see no beach and when Ah turned to tell him, he was driving off" she said, focused on the yummy soup.

It was slowly dawning on Logan that it was going to be harder then he thought to get this girl to her parents. That is, if they even wanted her back.

"Sounds like he was abandonin' ya,"

"Nuh-uh" she shook her head. "He went to find the beach" she was sure of it.

"Oh yeah? then why did he leave yeh?"

"Ah dunno... " she frowed, suddenly not feeling like eating any more as she put the bowl down.

He groaned, hating to see a little pup so upset but he knew the second he comforted her, she was going to be staying. Damn pups.

"Ya can stay the night but thats it, I aint one to care for kids" he grunted, getting up.

"Ah can?" she grinned, her whole face lighting up as she held her arms up to him, causing him to raise his brow. "Carry meh."

"Do I look like the carrying type?" he growled, going to his bedroom to fetch a few sheets.

"Mah Daddy always carries meh" she told him.

"yeah? well I aint yer Daddy" he came back with an arm full of sheets, setting them on the couch. "Ya lucky yer stayin' the night."

"The huntsman in mah story is nicer" she grumbled, climbing up onto the couch.

He just rolled his eyes, tucking her in. "I'll see ya in the morning."

"Nighty night" she yawned, getting snuggled.

"Yeah, nighty night" he waved her off, going into his own bed for a much needed sleep.

(Will post the next part of this later on today hehe)