A hunting we will go

"I still say we should have went to that cabin I saw." Heather said as the four marched through the woods.

"And risk getting seen by someone who's possibly a creepy old pervert? Not happening!" Grace argued.

"Well, at least we wouldn't be on some fruitless chase, now would we?"

"We never should've skinny dipped!" Rachel whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. "We should've just let Skye go back to get dressed!"

"Calm down, Rach." Skye said as she placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "We'll find our clothes. Hopefully."

"Or what's left of them..." Heather muttered, causing Grace to groan in annoyance.

"Look, if those raccoons took my pants, then the key might have fallen out." Skye said, "And assuming it did, all we really need is to find the key and -" A rustling in a patch of tall grass caused her to jump, "What was that?!"

"Ah Ha!" Grace yelled, narrowing her eyes as she charged towards the grass. "Hope you're ready to become a hat, you little pests!"

"Grace! Wait a second!" Skye called as she followed after the other woman, leaving Heather and Rachel behind. "We don't know if that's one of the raccoons!"

"Should we follow them?" Rachel asked Heather nervously.