After pacing around for a while, you finally find a
suitable location in the mountainside. The rock seems to be softer here, and
there’s a small, overhanging ledge above you, which leaves you with less work
to do.
Lifting yourself up on your hind legs, you place your
front paws against the mountain, and then, you rake your claws across the
rock..
.. Only for your jaw to drop in sheer terror.
Your claws are still brittle from your long travels
and malnutrited state, and your attempt to carve a small cave into the mountain
has left you with no claws..
You succumbed to your injuries in the storm…
Oops. You died. Try again?
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