Futile Trials

Investigating the Forest

You seem to remember something green and dirty about the location. Dirty in an earthly way. It just felt... 

Forest.

So here you are, walking one of your favorite trails. A route that many would find challenging; a route that is one less travelled. 

After some time walking along, you feel that this pursuit is futile. Nothing looks familiar from the dream. Nonetheless, it's been a very peaceful, refreshing walk. So you keep walking. 

But what is this- movement. A crunch of the leaves and a snap of the twig, just around the bend. 

A strike. A flash. Yes, this is familiar. A strike into your mind. A flash in your eye. Yes, you've seen this before!

You dash around the corner, eager to see this beast! You're ready!

But it wasn't ready for you.

The cub staggers back and tumbles over itself in surprise, making a soft coo of surprise and fear. The sound rises with the cubs distress; it's calling. 

The bushes behind you rustle and snap, and the cub's cries are replaced by a guttural, threatening moan. You turn to see the mother, lips pursed and teeth bared as she closes the distance between you, crushing the thick vegetation as if it were little more than blades of grass.

You threatened her cub.

You distressed her cub.

You scared her cub.

You threatened her cub.

She's going to kill you.

You threatened her cub.

You try to run, but she manages a quick swipe to your legs.

You threatened her cub.

Her weight is crushing as she waltzes up your body, paws unknowing of the weight they place.

You threatened her cub.

You can't breathe as one paw rests on your chest.

You threatened her cub.

She must eliminate the threat.

Game Over