Arena

You run through the trees, darting around the larger ones as you flee your assailant. After a short jog, the arrow shafts stop flying.

You find yourself once more upon the trail, not too far ahead of the intercecting dear prints. Somewhere behind you is the bowman. To your left, the path leads out of the woods and back to the snow covered mountain trail that lead you here. Perhaps taking a different path back there would be beneficial? To your right, the path leads deeper into the forrest.