Somebody overheard the commotion

You slink into the messenger pigeon hut and hide away from the sun or mud. You wipe away freshly forming tears, and after a few minutes of crying you calm down.

"What do you think they were doing here?" One voice asked. Male.

"Don't know. Wanna check the hut?"

Panic sets in. You don't want them to find you. Not while naked, not while unable to get help.

They draw closer, and you hold your breath.