The forest holds many surprises. As you move deeper into the bowl, it seems to you that the sun is weakening, losing its power in the forest shadow. The forest, like a martyr, opens its ribs with its bare hands, allowing you to explore its insides. For several days now, you have been wandering through these thickets, losing faith in the map and compass. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you of the hunger that has been attacking you since the beginning of this day. Hearing peas, you decide that this is an animal that must end up on your spit. Looking closely among the trees and bushes, you notice a deer that has just stopped between two pines. Bad luck and the arrow passes right between the antlers of the already fleeing animal. It seems that the deer did not even notice how fate took death away from him. Without getting upset, you follow him deep into the forest, which, like a greedy snake, swallows you whole. Making your way through the bushes, you come out into a clearing and are already pulling the bowstring again, but the deer has disappeared. The bare foots of a young man steps through the juniper leaves onto the soft grass, and as if by inertia, he makes a couple of simple turns until he slows down.

What, are you hunting me?

He grins, throwing you a sly glance.