"What the f…" Lee couldn't resist, and blurted, noticing the resident.
A moment earlier the sound of cutting wood stopped, and he guessed the shack's owner had noticed him. He got ready to greet the hunter residing here, either with words or, if needed, explaining the reason for the visit by hand signs.
What shocked him was that not a hunter lived here, but an old woman. She was barely five feet tall, slightly hunched, and dressed in worn linen rags. She currently carried a stack of firewood to her house, ignoring the approaching guest.
"Hi! Do you need any help with that?" Lee politely said. He didn't want to impose and stay here – he offered assistance to the elderly purely based on instinct.
She paused in her step, said no! and walked in, leaving Lee awkwardly standing outside.
He thought for a moment, went over to the stream and washed himself. Then he roasted a piece of deer and had dinner.
