Fight

You may be wounded but you're not going to let yourself be eaten by these creatures without a fight. Now does seem like the perfect time to strike. Attempting to be as silent as possible you creep towards your gear they have discarded along with a heap of other equipment they deemed to be worthless. And regretfully you'd generally have to agree with their assessment.

Securing your survival knife, you crawl as silently as possible towards the closest sleeping form. It's breathing whimpered slightly like a dreaming pooch. You can't let mercy strike your heart now. You take your nearly razor sharp survival knife and plunge it straight into the creatures kidney. You see it's eyes shoot open before lulling back into it's soon to be thoughtless skull. Blood gushes from the wound as you pull the knife free.

Grunting as you crawl over the creatures' body. You move on to the next gnoll and shove your blade directly through it's eye socket, killing it instantly.

It isn't until you are approaching your fifth victim that something goes wrong, as one of the dog men down hill of your original victim is awoken by lukewarm fluid wetting his fur. Confusion quickly turns to outrage, then outrage transforms into shock and horror and the creature realizes the liquid is the blood of his friend. Furious the monster storms to his feet, the two other living creatures also arouse and scamper to their feet.

It takes a good long moment for the creatures to process the carnage that has befallen their campsite, which give you at least some opportunity to strike. Gripping your knife in your good arm you hurl the blade expertly into the nearest creatures throat, sending it gurgling to the ground. You almost can't believe the change in your fortunes, panicked, the remaining two dog men abandon their camp and flee into the wood.