A thirty minute walk or so from the edge of the lake straight into the woods would reveal a steep hillside. By its foot would be the remains of a campfire, next to a stone big enough to sit comfortably on. A short distance away, alongside the hillside, would be a pile of hides, seemingly for sleeping on. On the ground surrounding the camp lay splinters and chips of wood and of small bones. Between two trees growing on the hill itself, a clothesline is tied. On it, two white T-shirts hang. The camp is well sheltered from weather, and it seems very tranquil. It is deserted at the moment, though.
The girl walked the forest, taking in its sights. She may have looked lost if not for the calm demeanour of her person. Her clothing was loose and light, certainly not fit for the forest. In general, she looked like a city girl. One who had never so much as camped. Then, looks were deceiving on Manta Carlos.