She's stupefying lucky.

Tiffany's hands flew to cover her mouth and, hopefully, quiet her shallow heavy breaths. She pulled her legs in tight against her chest in an effort to become as small as possible. 'Please god, please god, please god...' She kept thinking.

"What was what?" The other man asked.

"Ah 'erd sump'in" The first man said stepping closer to Tiffany's hiding spot.

'They're going to find you!' Tiffany thought to herself, 'You have to run!' And for a moment she almost did.

But where would she run to? They were still closer to the cabin than she was, so she wasn't likely to beat them there; plus she couldn't stay in there forever. Eventually she'd have to come out and then where would she be? Running off aimlessly also was a poor idea. In an attempt to get away she would be more likely to run into another hunter. Further, with two already on her trail she'd be in even more trouble.

"I didn't hear anything."

'Just go. Just go. Just go...'

"Yeah..." The first one said, "Ah guess yo' right." Then Tiffany heard him turn around and walk back to his friend, and the two headed north.

Tiffany stayed there for a very long time, too petrified to move. She buried her head in her knees and shook her mind racing. Eventually, an hour later, she got back to her feet and ran on unsteady legs towards the cabin then closed and locked the door behind her.

She was safe.