She had found a hollow tree. Not what I would have picked out as my shelter of choice, but from what I had seen, she had very little clue on how to properly survive the wilderness.

  Then again, I was a lifeless skeletal robot who had been peak for eons, so who was really winning, hmmm? Me. It was me.

  Anyhow, I watched. It was like one of those TV shows my human self occasionally watched. He had a fascination with wilderness survival, and I had pieces of memory pertaining to the subject.

  The resemblance to the shows in my memories was quite honestly remarkable. Lots of similarities, but quite a few differences. But, I digress.

  The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  I had been ardently studying the language spoken by the child, and over time, I was getting somewhere. I will need more words and phrases to get a proper understanding, but I could now talk like a neanderthal. Oh, what an improvement.

  Days passed, then a week. Then 2. Then a third. Then, something finally happened. Up until this point, she had been surviving as best as she could, but she had had little to no experience with the wildlife in the forest.

  Oh, she had seen some small herbivores and had clumsily tried to hunt one, but she had no real weapons, only stones. But now, she was being hunted.

  The smallest predator hunted in pairs, in this forest. They had scented the child, and now hunted her. They watched from the shadows, and waited for an opportunity. Likely they would hunt her when she went to sleep.

  This... was an opportunity. So, as I waited, things got darker. She did her routine of attempting a hunt, eating tubers, and hiding in her log. As the shadows lengthened and the sky darkened, the two small predators stalked towards the child's resting place.

  Showtime. I couldn't wait.