The single yellow sun on this planet was so bright. It hurt Errl"s eyes when he stumbled out of his makeshift mud cave in the morning and blinked at the forest surrounding him.
I"m cold. He shivered and hopped from one big hairy foot to the other, looking about him. Last night he had heard dogs and men. Hunting him.
Where are they now?
He drank from the river, then began to claw his way up the riverbank. He slipped more than once, held onto rotting roots and uplifted logs, skinned his knees on sharp wet rocks. At last he stood at the top of the bank.
What now, Teach? Where are you, Berndt? My eyes hurt and I"m hungry.
He began to lope amongst the columns of fir trees and cypress, stumbled in the underbrush, face whipped by branches and feet crunching on frozen cones. He looked up.
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