A contribution by Nell89
“Distracting it will be easy,” they said. “Just head up the mountain, light a nice big fire, and you’ll get its attention in no time,” they said.
The wind tears mercilessly at your pitiful efforts to keep the small fire alive. You can only hope the thin ribbons of smoke torn away by the gusts will be enough, and soon. The sack that they sent along with you only has two bits of raw mutton left. Trying to ignore the dryness in your mouth, you draw out one of the hanks of meat and toss it over the precipice. You’ve got to be ready to scramble into the cave at your side at any moment if the beast arrives—
What was that sound? Just the fire? Maybe it was just the fire.