Steve was eating breakfast, dead slightly wet rabbit. 2 days ago he went missing after an accident, little did they know, the authorities had gone to a conclusion that Steve was eaten by a bear, they couldn´t be blamed, there were bear claw marks all over the car. He was dead to the outside world and left to fend for himself.
Two days in the wild was more than enough for Steve to set up camp and get used to the surroundings. He was still waiting to be rescued. The nights in the forest were making him paranoid. Animals have more light sensitive eyes than humans and that makes them very reflective even in moon light. Fear started creeping through his back.
Three more days had passed, food was getting harder to get. He decided to leave camp. Steve was going alone into the forest, he had crafted a pouch from rabbit skin and a wooden spear.
“I Guess I should have listened to you and gone with the scout forest trips, Dad” said Steve looking into the sky.
Nature is a tough place. He crossed paths with a baby deer. The little critter had an amazing pelt. He marched onward, 2 hours of walking later he stared at a pack of wolves, the baby deer was with them…
A pack of hungry wolves is very difficult to feed, that is why they are always hungry and after 2 months of winter without prey even a human seemed tasty.
Steve was in big trouble…