Midz-Aset stood at the cave mouth, high on the mountain, and stared out across the valley. He was fully healed now, after hibernating for more than a year. The bones of his challenger lay bare and sun-bleached on the rocks below him.
He was hungry — starving, in fact — but down in the valley there were livestock that would sate him. He would wait until nightfall, though: he was still weak, and didn’t want to draw attention.
But he was alive. He had fought to live and won. That one simple accomplishment bestowed a welcome clarity: he still wanted to live.