It has been two months since I was left behind by the pack. It's been so long since I've eaten proper food that I can barely remember what it's like. I'm tired of this life, eating bugs and grass every day. Why was I born so weak? I can't even protect a single piece of fruit that fell on the ground. I'll probably just keep eating bugs until I starve to death. Before I die, I want a bite of fresh meat... no, even just a well-ripened fruit would be enough.

But it seems it's not my time to die yet. I've managed to secretly follow a passing adventurer. If they're an adventurer, they must be carrying some food. I don't know what's in that bag yet, but there's bound to be food. If there isn't... I could catch the adventurer... No. I was weak to begin with, and if I fight now, I might be the one caught and sold off. I'll just sneak the bag open and take the food.

I managed to get my hands on the bag while the adventurer stepped away for a moment. As I carefully opened it, I saw ripe fruit inside. I should just take them and run without thinking. But... the fruit looked so delicious. Unable to resist, I was just about to take a big bite when... I felt a presence and looked up to see the adventurer staring down at me.