At least try to...

Covered in rolls of flesh to the point that your stomach rests comfortably on the ground there is no way you can escape five lethal predators. At best you succeed in backing up a few steps before falling onto your rump.

You can only watch as the said five predators leap out of the nest and surround you.

Sparing you from too much detail they leap in unison onto your gorged belly and make short work of the considerable amount of wolf meat you are carrying.

In short...The End.

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