When I reached the dugout I told them of what had happened. I turned down the snowhair meat that they had saved for me and instead I turned in on my blankets on the floor, too sick to my stomach to care about eating. It wasn't just self loathing that led to my upset stomach, it was fear also. That tiger would have enough food to last him for a few days, but what then?
I had been such a fool to come this way. Wolves were more preferable than this.