Lucarik collapsed on his bed, another day of survival finished.
His hunting was going well, but he had bigger worries.
Many of the people he had met and once new had suddenly disappeared, and while it was suspicous, he knew that if they were to leave, they must have had a good reason.
Suddenly his thoughts drifted to the amount of time he's been alive for.
Too long...
... where did that thought come from?
He usually didn't think that way, but he brushed it off. He would sleep some, and then he may take a walk, or something to ease his mind.