[P] Running. A lot.

The elf slowly backs up, putting some distance between the cave and her, and starts running in the opposite direction, through the woods. She runs until her legs give out, falling onto the ground as the grass tickles her face.

Turning over and looking up at the sky, she notices that the sun is now setting, painting the clouds in all different shades of pink, red and yellow.

What is most urgent though, is finding a place where she can spend the night, unless she wishes to stay up throught its entirety, so she gets up and looks around.

[P] I back away slowly, then start running away, getting as far from there as I can.

[GM] As you run, you notice that it is getting late.

[P] I look for shelter, not wanting to stay up all night without even a little bit of protection from whatever is out there.