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The sun was about to reach its zenith, its warm light filtering through the dense tree canopy, waking you up. You were surrounded by ferns and grass, yesterday's clearing where you fought the red lynx now fully overgrown with vegetation.
After dispelling the lingering emotions of your dream, you pulled yourself up, groaning.
The woman's saliva had become sticky and greenish, but it had worked. The now closed scar was the only remaining proof of the mortal blow you suffered the day before. It looked impressive, and was sure to be popular among the hunters of your clan if you ever managed to get back. Still, you remained eager to be rid of the saliva clinging to your skin.
> Find a river: The sap had nearly killed you overnight. You were frightened of its potential remaining harm.
> Gather you things and leave: You refused to play along, your path was your own and no one else.
> Hunt for the red lynx: The woman had saved you, she must have saved Suud too. This time, you would have the upper hand.
