The group of three had gathered some sturdy vines, a few types of plants that could be used for poultices, and several edible mushrooms growing close to rotting roots, items that would add flavor to their dinner. But all of these were merely supplements. The main objective of the day, securing large game meat, had not been achieved. A single junglefowl didn’t count for much.
Lucas remained in the middle, his eyes constantly flicking from side to side as if trying to catch every movement in the jungle, while Emily kept her distance at the rear, her steps so light it seemed she feared startling even the leaves. Ethan knew that, though no one spoke, each of them was stretching their senses, to hear, to smell, to feel even the subtlest signs of any creature that could provide precious meat fo
