The chill of the winter bit at her skin, even with her mask on, her babe was held against her chest but he could hear them coming, whatever they were, and she needed to make sure he survived, he was sleeping now, his chubby frame wrapped in furs.
They had taken his father but it wouldn't be long until they took her, and if they got Finn and her, their race would be done for, he needed to survive or else they would be done.
She set him down on a small leave, and took a look at him, smiling as he awoke and saw her, giving her a toothless smile. "Finn, be strong for us." From her pocket she produced a piece of paper and pencil and sketched his name on it. She pulled off her hat and secured it on his small head, though it was big, it was bound to keep him somewhat warm until somebody found him.
She placed the name sheet on his stomach and pushed the leave with him on it, under the nearby bush. And now he could hear their feet and chants. A single tear dropped from her eye as she left her son, but she turned tail and ran.