Once back at the cabin, Maria made a basic soup with the fish after finely cutting it up. It was basically a fish broth, but would satisfy her thirst and hunger for now. She could save the rest for her dinner. Once sated and her stomach wasn't grumbling at her anymore she went about doing other needed activities. She was set on getting as much done and sorted before her illness started making her weak.
Firewood was the next thing she worked on. She'd start with simply collecting the dry sticks and branches she could find and filling her wood box. She was sure she'd have to focus a whole day on getting proper firewood cut, but this would be plenty for now to keep her warm in the evenings. She at least had access to an old axe to cut wood. She'd see how sharp it actually was later.
As she collected her sticks the creature watched from afar. No way this was a sane villager to still be out here in the forest alone. He hadn't caught scent of any others out here after he explored around. He had wondered about her maybe getting a gun back at her dwelling, but that didn't seem to be on her mind at all.