3: Hunting
Something startled Jaydren awake. Trying not to tense, he forced himself to continue breathing normally, listening. For a few long minutes there was nothing. Just as he was about to open his eyes to take a look, he heard it. The sound of a padded paw settling atop a dry twig. It was just such a popping noise that had woken him in the first place.
He slowly rolled over, yawning and stretching his arms out, settling into a sleep pose once more. His hand was now on the hilt of his sword, in the right position to be drawn quickly. It was definitely an animal, Jaydren could hear the soft panting sound of a wolf or a dog. Or something with the shape of those creatures.
Another twig popped, right next to Jaydren’s head. Something sharp, hot, and wet connected with the back of his neck and Jaydren immediately dropped into blackness.
