An artist surrounded by wildlife, hated by the community she lives in except for the selected few. She searches for inspiration in the forest know as her back yard. What happens when she stumbles in to a certain Canadian or should I say he stumbles into her... even after she helps him , she's never given a name. causing the question to start to repeat in her mind 'who was that man?' warning there is spelling mistakes in this story unfortunately because of technical reasons with wattpad I can't change them.