Seeking Refuge

[color=white] As the growling continued, I realized it wasn't inside the cornucopia with me. Rather, it was coming from the jungle. I walk back to the entrance of the Cornucopia and look out, but I don't see anything yet. The rain's still going and the jungle is too dense to see through. And I can't leave because I don't know how many of whatever is out there, and I'm not just going to walk into something that could kill me. "Well, this is going to be fun," I mutter as I wait for whatever's out there to show itself.

I feel the sting of the wounds the two wolf mutts managed to get in, but now they were dead anyway. Then I remember the third wolf and spin around just in time to see it leaping at me. I swing my club again, attempting to knock the wolf away as it tries to bite me. Hopefully, I'll do some more damage too it as well.

Cowvus carried out 1 launched of one Block(Other) :

Cowvus carried out 1 launched of one Attack(2) :

I'm about to swing again when I realize that the mutt is dead. I look around, almost certain there are more somewhere. Finally, I'm convinced there isn't anything left at the moment. I find myself leaning against the wall of the cornucopia, exhausted from my constant walking that only resulted in being attacked.
After a moment, I begin to feel thirsty. Then I remember it's raining. I push off the wall an walk back to the entrance of the cornucopia. I cup my hands and hold them out into the downpour, letting rain water collect. Then I ring my hands back to myself and gulp it down. I wait a moment to see if it will affect me before I do anything else.

After nothing happens, I take a few more sips of water. Feeling a little better, I think about what I can do. There aren't many options, either wait here for more deadly things to show up or get moving and run into the deadly things somewhere else. Either way I'll probably end up dead. I wish I knew which way to go.

Silently, I curse the storm. I can't see anything but the smudgy colors of the jungle beyond the cornucopia. I don't even know which direction I came from now. Obviously, there isn't much hope of finding the caves if I set out now, and even if I did, I'd probably end up attacked by mutts or another tribute. From here, I at least know my back is covered.
I take a few more sips of rainwater and back into the cornucopia, hopefully out of sight of the jungle, and wait for something else to show up.

I don't notice myself slipping to the ground as I fall asleep. And even if I did, I'm too exhausted to care. After what seems like only seconds, I start to dream something about my uncle and cousin scolding me for not being a true Career. Then we somehow end up changing into various food items and chasing each other around with pretzel-stick swords.