Emberflame Ridge I let you eat me alive

A voice commands from behind him, and Turmeric finds himself completely unprepared. He leaps forward, only he's forgotten he's half-buried in a berry bush already. Branches snap around him, lingering berries squelch under foot, spiky leaves stick to the winter plush of his fur, and it's about this moment that he things to himself, I'm dead for sure!

Somehow he manages to recoil and retreat out of the shrub's pokey hold. Alive, somehow, though altogether littered with scraps of detritus and debris. He hardly thinks of the mess he looks, with fly away fur and tufts out of place, but for the mass of a man before him - oddly familiar, but Turmeric cannot place a name.

He gives a moment's pause - the time it takes for the man's question to register through the fear - and this moment is enough for Turmeric to size the man up -

- and decide he can probably outrun him.

Turmeric turns without answering the question, sure this man is simply playing with his food, and books his way towards the narrowest ridge he can find - one he's certain he can scale, but the hulking man can't, or won't, follow him over.