Stranded on some kind of Island

[3kul]

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The scorpendant, now finished with it's job, returned to the pig creature from before. Forgetting that he was in enemy territory for a few seconds, he whooped with joy and danced about. Of course, as soon as he realized how stupid this was he quickly clapped one hand over his mouth and stopped moving altogether.

Carefully, he took the small organ and tucked it safely away in a leather pouch. Returning the scorpendant back to it's place around his neck (wherein it's stinger, legs and claws all promptly hid themselves, and it resumed it's usual appearance of an oversized talisman), he silently crept back towards Wiljod's Cave. He'd noticed whilst he was hiding that everybody had left it, and it wouldn't hurt to stock up on a bit of food before his long trek home.

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Further downstream, the sea monsters had 'felt' Yari disturbing the water, and quickly left. They were now heading up through the Forest, slowly making their way towards the general direction of Wiljod's Cave.

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Several largish predators were attracted by the scent of Wiljod's blood, and began to surround the clearing. They'd spotted a small pig-like humanoid entering Wiljod's Cave, and so they distanced themselves cautiously.

It was a group of five big cats, one of whom had encountered S'Jarsa here moments earlier. It's long cuts were still bleeding quite profusely, and so it had gotten together a few other cats to help it out in case S'Jarsa returned. The cats were not usually pack hunters, but could group together for the sake of dangerous prey. However, in a case like this when the danger was no longer present, things could get ugly.

The injured cat quickly backed off, forced to let the others go in for the first meat now that it was wrong. The cats were all hesitating though, for they could still smell unfamiliar presences around this area, and wanted to be extra sure that it was safe.