When she finally woke up she knew from the first moment when she opened her eyes that she was in trouble. Firstly, the sun was height up, a sign that she was unconscious for a few long hours. Secondly, the pain that she felt throughout her body told her so: her leg hurt, her head hurt worse and, when she tried to move and pushed her hand against the ground in trying to get up she realized just how hurt her hand was as well. She must have held onto something when she fell,probably on one of those thorny bushes that were covering the slope-wall of that gap she was at the bottom of. She looked up towards the exit of the tunnel and estimated it to be four-five man heights. She remembered now how she rushed after the warg and how she estimated badly the slope that he descended with ease, in huge jumps. She did not manage to get close enough to shoot an arrow before he reached the tunnel opening.
For whatever reason, the arrows of the ones sent to guard the exit did not sing their whistling song and no sound of other type of fighting followed either so she rushed after her dark enemy even after she lost him out of sight, into the night, through the tunnel exit. She did not know the terrain but she was sure enough that he did, and she saw him preparing to jump just before the opening of the tunnel so she prepared to do the same, in order to avoid whatever he was trying to outjump. She then did see the obstacle he knew the existence of and she did not know: beyond the tunnel opening the wall was descending abruptly and a crevasse was providing the entrance a natural trench defense, less narrow than a man standing's height, easy to be covered by an improvised bridge made out of trees - as those she fall onto, on the bottom of the gap, as a matter of fact. Knowing they might be followed, the retreating orcs must have crashed the makeshift bridge into the moat after using it. The depth of it, on the other hand, was impressive, she told herself while looking up, unhappy. While the warg knew exactly how much he needed to jump to cover that distance, she did not. She hit, badly, into the other wall of the natural moat and there was probably no way to climb it wounded as she was. This must have been the riverbed that some river -that had now either run dry or was diverted with intention- had a long time digging in the weak, muddy ground and the calcareous rock beneath it.
The warg must have either considered too much trouble descending after her (and that thought worried her, how hard was it to get back up?) or he considered it more prudent not to fight her not knowing if and how much hurt she was, or preferred to vanish before the guards would spot him (as they should have!)
She pondered on her options. She could try to get some attention -and help- from the garrison of the mine, but she was not sure they had a guard post close enough to hear her, or that they were still in control of the mine as a matter of fact! That or she could go either north or south searching a place where the climb out of the dry riverbed was easy enough. In all cases she was very aware of the risk that the first to hear her and “answer” her would be the patrolls from the Steps of Gram camps that were unpleasantly close to this position. She decided to go south in hope she would soon be able to climb the eastern wall soon and then descend the hills towards Tol Ascaren.
She unsheathed carefully one of her daggers using her left hand and managed to cut and then tear a long ribbon looking strip of cloth from the lower part of her shirt and used the ribbon to improvise a bandage wrapped around her badly hurt right hand, she checked if she could hold something -a weapon- with it and managed to, albeit clenching her teeth in pain. Her bow miraculously survived the fall and the bow she could still use without much pain, pulling the chord with the tips of her fingers. It was as well as it was going to be so she rose up and started carefully to move south knowing that she was going to have quite a challenge returning home, alone, wounded and so near the enemy controlled territory.
