Guardian

The bird pokes around the goo for a bit, but rather than eat it, it instead flutters over to the fruit's hard skin that you discarded earlier, and begins plunging its beak into the small rim of internal flesh. It either doesn't notice your presence or doesn't care, so you watch it for a while. You don't recognise its species, but you wouldn't expect yourself to, you're not really into ornithology. It doesn't look like a pidgeon, crow, hawk or eagle, you can say that much for certain.
Eventually, it has its fill of the fruit and flies off somewhere, probably its nest.

Speaking of, you should really get on making some shelter sooner rather than later.



You sit down and start sorting through your sticks to find the longest ones. You lean them against the fallen log and gather some loose leaves and grass from your surroundings, which you start lacing through the sticks or just plonking them on top. Once you reckon you've done enough, you stand back to admire your handiwork.



Its... better than you would've thought, to be honest. Of course, you didn't cover the other side. But you don't have to be directly under the log, you can favour this side a bit. It reminds you a bit of the times you built little pillow forts when you were younger, with blankets draped across beds and chairs. This shelter probably won't be as cosy as that though. You hope it isn't windy tonight.

After all that, you've still got a small amount of time left before it starts getting hard to see. What else should you do? You're starting to feel a bit hungry and thirsty.