On the outside sniffing the edge of camp are a pride of lions.
The group of you remain quiet through the night, the sound of their roars echoing all night.
The morning comes just as the storm breaks. The only trace of the lions is their foot prints. They seem to have been well behaved.
Your food is untouched, although not having any fish left probably helped. The leader looks around and makes a decision.
Written by catprog on 13 August 2017
The three survivors