You walk along the forest trail, carefully avoiding the branches and brambles that threaten to block the path. Birds twitter from the treetops, calling one to the other; occasionally a small flock of quails bursts out from the underbrush and skitters before you on the trail. The berries growing on these bushes seem to be more ripe and succulent than the ones you saw earlier.

Once you find a berry that you can recognize as edible, you cautiously pluck it, blow on it in a futile attempt to render it germless, and pop it in your mouth. The flesh of the berry is pleasantly firm, and the juices overflow as you crush the fruit with your tongue.

As you continue to pick the berries and nibble on them, you notice that the trail peters out ahead of you, overgrown with an impassable mass of prickles and vines. You stand there for a while, pondering your predicament...

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SNAP

There is the loud sound of breaking branches somewhere to your left, followed by a prolonged rustling sound. Whatever is making this noise, it's certainly no quail.

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Investigate the rustling sounds | Retreat from the rustling sounds | Go back the way you came