In running away from the teenage stampede, you moved from your initial location. Luckily, you can see the sharp rocks that circled your initial burial site, and strike off back in that direction.
The beach is now no longer flat, instead dominated by deep and overlapping craters of sand formed by the stomping feet of the giants. This you struggle across at a slower pace, the echoing roar of the macro-beings like a storm the whole time. Why they chose to run over such a stone-ridden area you don't know - you specifically chose this area due to the hindering terrain that would discourage people from approaching!
Then you see that perhaps things have worked as you hoped. You had been keeping your head down as you forged through the gigantic grains of sand, but once you get closer you look upwards to behold a giantess.
She sits on her ass, a mountain of a being, prodding at her bare foot. You can see blood there, and she's clearly cut herself on one of the sharp rocks surrounding your lair. The spot she's chosen to stop at and look over her injury is very close to your dig site! You watch, transfixed, as her immense fingers work at the gash, trying to massage out something that's stuck in her wound. The other giants are off running, having fun, so she's alone.
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