It's just a rabbit...

Enough light finally comes streaming into the ravine around half an hour later, revealing what has captured your attention for what seemed like eternity.

It's a small light brown hare that has been chewing on twigs and snapping them in his teeth like the rascal that he is.

With that final realization, you let out a long sigh of relaxation. Unfortunately you lack any kind of weapon or trap to capture the stupid animal, and so you slink back inside your little "cave".

You crawl back over to your little rest spot, your scant body heat dissipated long ago, leaving cold damp earth underneath you once more.

Just as your eyes begin to shut peacefully you hear a sudden "Thwack!" and a tiny squeek.

You sit bolt upright, your heart beating fast, almost thundering out of your bony chest. You are no stranger to sounds like that one, it doesn't take you long at all to recognize the sound of an arrow striking true.

You curse your luck and you curse your tribe for condemning you like they did, simply for stealing an extra jug of grog from an orc camp they raided.

You weigh your options, and they don't offer much in consolation... It's still dark enough, you might be able to manage to run for it and lose your pursuer in the thick shrubs that line the tiny creek bed running through the ravine. Or you could simply wait and hope that whoever it is coming to claim their breakfast doesn't add you to the menu.