Denver stared at the child on the ground, mud had splattered all over her body, and she looked pale even with the mud on her face, he was curious, he didn't know why but he was, he slowly picked up the child from the ground. He looked into her eyes and his heart skipped a beat, they were white, now he understood, the villagers probably thought the child was cursed or something, he shook his head feeling pity for the small child, Denver was about to drop the child when she let out a small cry, he held her back, not wanting to be detected in these parts, she Instantly stopped crying, she stared at his face as If she was figuring what he was going to do next, Denver looked left and right, then sighed, thank goodness nobody heard, he then dropped the baby and quickly left, this time he didn't hear her cry, he moved swiftly at first, then slowly once he was certain no one followed him, he looked at the sky and saw the beautiful moon hovering above him, he took in a deep breath then sat, he quickly started a fire with the sticks available, he was resting when he heard some twigs breaking, he instantly became alert