(Sorry. I was waiting to see if Mr. Hatter would take my invitation. But I've given him plenty of time, so I'll move on.)
[Hilo]
Finally I found my legs. Stupid bastards, deserting me in my moment of greatest need.
But it didn't matter. I was off like a shot, putting as much distance between me and the horrid … thing as I could before I was out of breath. It was disappointing, actually. I didn't cover as much ground as I ought to have before stopping to rest. That would have to change. No way I should fight a dragon in the worst shape of my life. That would just be unreasonably stupid.
After catching my breath, I ran another length for good measure, then settled into a section of forrest. After steadying my breathing I went to work, carefully eyeing my surroundings for small furry mammals as I stalked silently through the trees, knife in hand. Before long I came across my first target. It was a ground squirrel of sorts. Little skinny, but he'd do.
I hurled my knife, missing wide right. The squirrel bolted. Not deterred, I retrieved my knife and continued the stalk.
I never missed after that. Rodents were common enough in a forest overrun with animal life, so it was easy to find them. They fell fast. I had a half-dozen before I knew it. I threw them unceremoniously into a leftover sack floating around in my shoulder pack, then made back for the clearing.
