"Should I, Should I, Should I?"
Vulcan kept quizzing, hovering over the top of the cave. He wasn't going to make a hasty decision. He might have himself to blame. He wasn't that sharpened to face odds.
He had lots of things wearing out his peace which he wished he could toss aside. Twould had been a blessing tossing them but he couldn't. He seemed to had been tied to some unseen ends.
The darkness was calling at him. The jaws of the dark silhouettes were reaching for him. He could be crunched either by fear of the latter.
The trees seemed to had taken new creepy forms. No! Twas his illusion. He shouldn't believe in that.
He thought of going to sleep on one of the trees, but he remembered that he was a night stalker and could roll off the top of the tree at the mid of the night.
Even if he did survive the bone cracking and neck twisting odds, how was he supposed to survive the ambush of any wild cat that might be hunting.