I was tasked for hunting today, so I did my job diligently. I wanted to prove my strength, so I hunted as many animals as I could.

As I trudged through the dense underbrush, the weight of my recent kills heavy on my shoulders, I stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a young girl lying unconscious amidst the tangled roots of a gnarled oak. At first, I saw only an opportunity—a potential source of food to feed my hungry tribe.

Without hesitation, I scooped her up, her slight form no match for my muscular frame, and began the journey back to our cave. But as I made my way through the forest, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my mind, a nagging doubt that whispered of something more than mere sustenance.

It was then that she stirred, the girl's sudden movements jolting me from my thoughts. With a cry of alarm, she began to thrash and struggle against my grasp, her protests echoing through the silent woods. Annoyed by her resistance, I grumbled under my breath, my grip tightening reflexively as I tried to silence her.

"Oi! Stay still, will ya?" I growled, my voice rough and low. "I don' wanna hurt mah food!" But even as the words left my lips, a flicker of uncertainty danced in my eyes, a question lingering on the edge of my consciousness—was she truly just prey, or something more?