The young scavenger carefully sorted through her meager collection of treasures, finding morsels of food and fragments of broken jewelry. Her luck changed when she discovered a piece of meat and a chunk of bread. Sitting beneath a towering tree in the forest's heart, she savored her solitary meal, clad in a rugged fur skin coat passed down by her mother, a garment that shielded her from the elements and memories alike.
As night fell, she gazed up at the moon, her thoughts drifting sorrowfully to her distant family, evoking tears and drowsiness. Suddenly, a voice shattered her reverie, and she sprang to attention. A woman with cascading blonde locks and warm hazel eyes emerged from the moonlit shadows, clad in a striking red leather jacket, faded blue jeans, and sturdy boots.
"I won't harm you; I only wanna help," the woman reassured, raising her hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm the sheriff."
Suspicious, the scavenger queried, "What do you want?"
The woman responded calmly, "What's your name?"
"Greer."
"Let's find you something to eat, Greer," the sheriff offered kindly.