Running From a Zaerta Pack

For three days, I, and a Pillar Warrior named Sudea Haedros have been stranded on an island that we were told had an insurgent base. There were no insergents, but instead, a large pack of zaerta. We were too late to the boats, and were left to die at the jaws of these things. To think, I used to ride one of those not even a week ago. They are constantly hunting us. No sign of ever losing interest. By day, we run, by night, we search for a way off this island. To wait for the Siegebreakers, or Pillar Warriors to come rescue us is all but just giving ourselves to the beasts. Their ability to ambush us dispite their large size makes it so I can't even blink without my sword drawn, when I had a sword. One of the zaerta swallowed my sword earlier today. As I fought the beast for my sword, I saw its eyes, cold and black. There was no life in its gaze. One word was in its look: kill. Now I am without a weapon. I only hope we can come to a solution soon.