Now as you peer above between the branches above, you see the cloudy sky above begin to darken. Rain is looming, and you begin to search for shelter. You spot what looks like a deep cave with a small opening at the foot of a small plateu, and as the rain drops begin to fall you cautiously approach...
Meanwhile...
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James heard the muffled roar of thunder bounce off the walls of the cave, and sighed. There was nothing he could do to ease his nerves or dull his senses - not with that thing out there, prowling around. He began to peel a root-like plant with his knife as he huddled by the little fire he'd managed to get going. Did he know what it was? No, not really. It tasted something like a potato, something like a radish. An odd hybrid of the two, but there was an abundance of it growing in the ground this time of year and it made for easy food. He'd tried cooking it, but found he liked it raw best. When cooked all it seemed to do was make his bowel movements irregular, so he stopped trying to make it taste good and settled for functional.
As he flicked the mystery vegetable's skin into the fire, his eyes flickered to the opening of the cave with suspicion. He thought he saw something in the corner of his eye. Setting the vegetable down slowly on a nearby rock, he wielded his knife in his hand and approached slowly, his ears listening attentively for footsteps. It took him a minute to climb up to the opening from the deep caverns of the cave, but he finally caught a glimpse - grass, and plants moving. Something was approaching... something smaller. Not the grangor. But it was unlikely that anything good roamed this forest...
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