The huntress is no stranger to the perils of the wild jungle. Realization widens her eyes and snatches the breath from her chest. The huntress freezes, her arms held high, but with every breath she takes, she settles deeper into the softness. It quakes and ripples around her until the whole clearing moves like a living thing. The ground beneath her is soft and yielding. Sand splatters against her bare skin she thrusts out her arms for balance. The chase has led her deep into the jungle, and sweat coats her lithe form, but the toil was worth it-tonight, she will eat well, and again for many nights after.Įager to claim her kill, the huntress leaps into the clearing-only to plunge to her hips in a thick, gritty mire. From her hiding place in the foliage, the huntress smiles. A feeble struggle, and the animal lies dead on the far side of a sandy clearing. A well-thrown spear stops her quarry in its tracks.
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