Today has gone well. I spent most of last night digging a hole under my home in an attempt to find anything usefull. My efforts yeilded some iron, wich I used to start a fire and fasion myself an impromptu sword. I hear stange noises in the night, and wonder what they may be. Finnaly morning comes, and I swear I saw something moving in the forrest. Today I learn I am not alone. I find arrows and bones nearby, and gather them. As I leave to go hunt, I am confronted by a wolf. I offer him some food, which he snatches from my hand before darting of. Glad to be safe, I hunt some pigs for food, when I stuble across a ravine. I spot many a usefull metal down there, some I climb carefully down and mine until my pick breaks, with iron and coal now weighing me down. I return home , when I am again confronted by a wolf, perhaps the same one as earlier. Thinking back, I offer him some more food, and to my surprise, he bigins following me. I tie a handcercheif around his neck and set off. I gather more food, and rush back home as the sun sets. My wolf had killed some sheep earlier for food, so I use their woll to make a bed. I think I shall dig some more, and then rest. It feels good to have made progress, though to what end I am unsure.