Her paranoia was slowly subsiding, but Peanut was still not completely free from the idea that Tonic could still be after her. She wasn't even sure what he would do if he found her here. Would he demand that she go back with him? And would he try and force her (physically or otherwise) out of this new home that she had made for herself? Shaking these thoughts away, she rummaged through her saddlebags, which for the first time in weeks, were not attached to Clover. Instead, they were shoved in the corner of her rather shoddily-made hut. She'd spent a week working on it, but she was pretty sure it would collapse on itself mid-winter with her luck.
She managed to find the last of her dried meat, reminding herself that they would need to stock up now that winter would be upon them very soon. Sighing, she gnawed on the tough meat until she was able to down it. Pea preferred fresh meat, but she'd been so engrossed in getting her life together here that she hadn't put much thought into going out and trying to hunt. Before she could hunt, though, she would need to make a bow, and that in itself was quite a task. A sigh escaped her lips and she rubbed her temples, wondering if maybe she should have just stayed with Tonic after all. "No, no, no, don't even go there," she whispered to herself, grabbing the crude stone knife out of her satchel. It would have to work for cutting down a sapling, even though she wished there were a better way. Today would be devoted to making a bow, no matter the quality of it.
She exited her hut, blinking in the change of light. It was much brighter outside than in her home, and Peanut shaded her eyes to compensate for the difference. She probably wouldn't have to go far, but perhaps she would bump into somebody along the way who could direct her to a decent patch of saplings. She headed south toward an unnamed (to her) forest.