You seem like an intelligent fellow, so you make an attempt to run. Unfortunately for you, the beast runs after you. More unfortunately for you, the beast is faster,
and tackles you before you make it fifty feet. It leaps on your back, sending you tumbling, and clamps it's jaws down on your neck. It looks like it might be all over
for you, but a gun shot rings out.
The beast doesn't appear wounded, but it knows when it may be out matched, and it departs without a sound. Out of the woods comes a hunter, or more, a
huntress. She is wearing a tight black shirt, showing off her large breasts. She also wears tight jeans, and tan hiking boots. In her hand is a smoking rifle, the light
glinting off of it makes you squint. She reaches down, grabs you under the arms, and hoists you up on her back. That's unusual, she seems awfully strong for her
size.
"I'll take you to a nearby stream and get that wound cleaned, OK?"
You grunt in reply, and she asks you again, will you go with her?