Title: Pinned
(The scene shifts to Yme, who stands still and silent in apprehension on the other side of the ridge, holding the sharp stick she found.)
Yme: It’s been quiet for a while.
I know that Oistrem feed very differently from Strasmin; they slay smaller animals and assimilate their essence in a crass manner... Very unlike extracting the pure spirit of Chimmer!
I’ve never seen one eat, but I expect it would make noises while working to incorporate the Yaoc.
It must be waiting because it knows I’m here.
I am pinned here in a sense by the presence of my frenting rod... Neither of us can safely feed, caught as we are in this miserable situation.
I search through all the memories of my teachings but find nothing analogous.
Is there any path forward that reason can reveal?
