So there I was, meandering about the world, miles from civilization, and the sun starts to set. Coincidentally, I stumble across a lair, just before the sun went down. So I think to myself, "Well I could sleep in that lair, then I'd be safe from bogeymen" (I have no idea whether I actually would have been safe or not.) All I need to do is kill whoever is in there now. Easy, right? Wrong! As it turned out this lair was, in fact a Roc's nest. As I'm already up there when I find out, I have no choice but to fight. I hack at it a few times with my axe, with barely any effect. Of course, if I don't run now, I'm going to die. So I hop off a 1 z-level, cliff and start sneaking. I sneak back up to the nest, and I steal it's egg. Now, I didn't know how it would've felt about that, but I wasn't about to stay and find out. I was going to make my way to civilization, and show off my stolen Roc egg. It took me a few days, but I was finally almost back. Two tiles from the city, this happens, "Wolves!"
"Wolves," I thought, "can't stop me, I just stole a Roc egg!"
"You hack the wolf in the lower body with your iron battleaxe!
The wolf looks sick!
The wolf bites you in the head, and the severed part sails off in an arc!"
Oh. Of course. That's just my luck.