Chapter 4
When I next awoke, I was trapped in a stone cage with metal bars on one side and a small elevated puddle near the metal sheet. Metal bars that I ran straight through without any impediment before sprinting through the stone tunnels, up the blocky stone ramps and through the nearest crack in the stone.
From the hole, I fell into the lake below and swam to the nearest shore to escape the waterfolk's assault. Waterfolk never liked my presence for whatever reason.
Luckily, there were no energy throwers on this shore so I sprinted south in search of my home.
It was a long search…
The search took many moons of solo hunts to arrive back, only to find the corpses of the fox packs I hunted with. Foxes that had replaced the wolf families I hunted with before the trees had been cut down.
So solemnly, immediately before I fell asleep, I revived those dead families of every last dead member they ever birthed, for them to take their revenge while I slept the sun away and awoke on the next moon to raise their cubs for them.
So slept and through the day, an army of thousands of foxes arose from their deaths, no matter the decay, and marched upon their killers. Any cubs would be left in the burrows near me for protection before the army of foxes marched upon their human killers, to kill them before they died in turn, dust in place of their corpses.
It was a massacre and I slept calmly through it all, knowing that I'd be providing for their cubs until they could hunt for themselves.