Горнило

Listening carefully, she cautiously crawled out of the sleeping bag and on her knees made her way to the exit. Removing her shoes, Margo began to slowly circle the tent. "The bag! There’s the bag with the supplies..." Something small and shapeless was rustling near the tent, oblivious to the foreign presence. And this something did not resemble either a dog or a person. A small lump in rags, resembling an otherworldly creature, was engrossed in rummaging through their bag, losing both vigilance and the sense of time and fear. "Shoot? I’ll wake Marinka up, and besides, the last bullet... It would be too much to waste the last bullet on such a trivial thing..." - Ah, you scoundrel! A brazen thief! - The girl sprang behind this incomprehensible creature in two jumps and pounced from above, grabbing in the dark for whatever she could find - at random. But at that moment, there was a fierce snorting noise, and sharp teeth fiercely sank into her wrist.