Go with the stranger

You are wary of trusting a human, but your wrist really hurts and your hand won't close properly. If you can't hold your spear, you'll never be able to hunt and you'll starve.

"Where is your healer?" you ask finally.

The human smiles at you. "This way. It's not far." You follow him through the forest, down unfamiliar paths to an old, rutted road. At the edge of the road, you hesitate, rubbing at the tacky, dried blood on your forearm.

He sees your uncertainty and motions for you to follow. "Just a little farther, I promise. After my healer tends to you, what would you like to eat? Duck? Pheasant? Lamb? You can have anything you want."

Your mouth waters at the thought of tender, succulent flesh, but his offer sounds too good to be true.