Chill Ya To The Bone

You crouch behind the ice shards to sneak around. You think it might be working when the ground starts rumbling viciously. A shadow blocks the light shining through the ice and it shatters, a thousand shards shotting to spear your skin. You close your eyes, bracing for the impact when everything goes dark.

You awaken out by the lake, battered and beaten and so. so cold. A familiar form kneels beside you, tending your wounds. It takes several blurry moments to realize this is not your guide, but a cluster of fireflies in a cloak the same color as your guide's fur. Your injuries ache, but you will heal fine; you can tell somehow by the way the fireflies buzz around you.

You realize loosely how little sense that makes and you wonder if this is real, but a warm force closes your eyes and bids you to think of home, of safety. When you awake next, you are in a safe place, one which you might have imagined.

You've made it out alive, though not without injury. You notice a deep wound in the place where your left ear used to be, but now is not. Likewise you feel you've lost some knowledge along the way, losing 30 Hunting skill points. Any items you've found lay beside you, and will be revealed later.