After ditching your tribe, a group of prehistoric knuckle-draggers with the collective IQ that could rival a stegosaurus. You nabbed your stuff and dipped before anybody asked for you… As if any of them had worried about anything aside from scavenging for leftovers. Hours pass, you’ve been moving from biome-to-biome, being out in the open has made you a little paranoid… Till you found this secluded willow grove, offering you some cover from the patrolling predators. It finally gave you a chance to rest.

You stood there, admiring what could be your permanent new home… Until you noticed the nest and just then it became pretty obvious that someone set up shop here, as you immediately got sent flying into the side of a tree trunk.

If you were any scrawnier, your body would’ve been wrapped around the trunk but luckily, only the entire left side of your ribs were shattered. You fought off from blacking out, trying to catch your breath as some kind of… Anthropomorphic Tyrannosaurus Rex towered over you? She didn’t say anything yet, clearly contemplating whether you’d be worth deboning to use one of your femurs as a toothpick.