So, we smartly, I hope, decided to not take the main not-quite-path to get where we need to go. Instead, we’re slogging through a forest towards our ship. Still, we just managed to hide as a twelve-simian party wanders past our location. Thank Triune they don’t have a scout!
We eventually tire and make a fireless camp. It turns out the chava do have a scout. I mean, did have a scout. We were fairly certain it did not get a chance to warn any of its xenophobic brethren. And somehow, Mez’chef got poisoned. Well, envenomed. We find puncture wounds. She survived though, so maybe her carapace was too difficult to feed through. We will carry her back to the ship on a stretcher.
Actually, we are already on night two of our very slow race to our ship. Even though we have a fireless camp again, we don’t stay alone for long. A fanged, eight-legged lizard wanders out of the trees, through the edge of our camp, and wisely (for us), plods on past. Yay! And then we hear a Tyrannosaurus, off in the distance.