White Fox is wandering the moor with a large carpetbag. She sees, in the distance, the LUMBERJACK with his ax. She collapses into the brush, blood trickling from her mouth.

EXT. OLD CABIN—NIGHT

The old cabin isn’t what it seems. It looks to be made of wood, and flowering branches appear to grow from the structure itself.

The Lumberjack, a large man with kindly eyes, lives inside alone.

The Lumberjack carries White Fox and her bag into his home.

INT. OLD CABIN — NIGHT

The home is comfortable and odd. There are many wood carvings along the mantel. White Fox sleeps on a solitary cot.

She is roused, and the Lumberjack serves her a cup of soup.

LUMBERJACK

This is not a safe place for a lady.

WHITE FOX

It was kind of you to find me, sir. But I know this area well. It makes me feel safe.

LUMBERJACK

(scoffing)

Then you are a fool. You have soft hands, a woman’s hands. The moor has changed!

Lumberjack stands and approaches her. He is far larger than her, and his shadow covers her. He seems to be evaluating her.

WHITE FOX

Who are you?

LUMBERJACK

What would you have done if I hadn’t been there to help you?

White Fox is silent. She continues eating her soup.

LUMBERJACK (CONT’D)

No mind. I have needed a bit of beauty in my life.

White Fox glances up. She coughs into her hand and shows him the blood.

WHITE FOX

You should know that I am sick. And I’ll make you sick if you come near me at any time.

LUMBERJACK

(chuckling)

I know you are here only because you are sick. I know the cure to that ailment. I will take care of you.

Lumberjack walks over to a table to pick up a hunk of wood and sits on the floor by White Fox, blocking her path to the door.

He begins whittling away at it.

WHITE FOX

Who are you?

LUMBERJACK

I am the Lumberjack.

WHITE FOX

But there are no woods nearby.

LUMBERJACK

(whittling the wood)

That’s right. Now hush. You should stay until you get better.

INT. OLD CABIN — DAY

Lumberjack watches White Fox as she sleeps.

Lumberjack leaves the shed in the morning with his ax.

He leaves her some fruit and positions many little wooden figurines around her, which seem to watch her.

They appear to be women—women crossed with beasts.

White Fox watches them back and attempts to clean the shack to keep her mind busy, but she is too weak. The figurines’ expressions seem to shift with the light—their positions change behind her back.

At one point in the day, White Fox summons the energy to leave her cot, and she picks up a particularly beautiful CREATURE, a woman with the face of a little forest mouse. It SNAPS at her, and White Fox places it back down with a start.

INT. OLD CABIN—NIGHT