Winn burst through the clearing with a leap. She strode toward where her pack lay hidden beneath a sickly sweet smelling group of flowers. Picking it up, she dusted off some sticking soil and placed it on her back before returning to the center of the clearing. She gazed upwards.
Righty hung motionless from the vine ensnaring his leg. He had long since passed out from the rush of blood to his head. Winn was confident that one of the feral boys would find him before Righty was in real peril but she didn't want to take any chances. She held her palm upwards toward the vine and crushed her right hand into a fist, snapping the vine and sending Righty plummeting to the ground. He landed with a thud and Winn walked over to him slowly.
"Hey," she said loudly. Righty didn't stir.
"HEY," she yelled, kicking him in the side roughly. Righty stirred awake, his eyes having trouble focusing on the girl standing over him.
"Focus, you sad excuse for a boy," she said harshly. Through the disorientation his eyes met hers and she knew fear had woken him from his stupor. "I would tell you to write this down but we both know you're illiterate. He likes to keep you that way. It keeps you weak. Dependent."
She pulled the boy up to a standing position by his ratty tunic and he knew better than to fight her.
"You go back to Pan and you tell him what happened here. You tell him that if he, or any of you little idiots, tries to harm the adults on this island again, that I will tear this forest apart to find him. You tell Pan that as long as I am here, Neverland is not safe for him. There is not a world he can run to where I won't find him. You tell him that. Now go," she said, releasing him from her clenched fists.
Righty spun on the spot and sprinted clumsily into the woods. Winn took a three deep breaths, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt as she released a little more of her anger with each breath. Regaining her composure she headed back in the direction of Regina and her husband. The crack of a branch in the forest nearby caused her body to tense. She waited a few painfully slow seconds for another feral child to launch himself at her from the trees. When nothing came, she assumed it was just an animal moving along the forest floor and continued on her way.
From behind a thick tree, Rumplestiltskin watched as the brown-haired girl ran off toward where the rest of his party called for him. Her braid bouncing with each step she took further from his sight.
"It has been a long time but there you are, dearie." he purred in delight. "There you are."