The forest was foggy and dense, his vision was blurred by the cold wind in his eyes. He stared up into the treetops and felt dizzy. They seemed to be swaying—spinning around—and then he fell. He quickly scrambled up and looked around to make sure he was still on the cats’ trail. Someone told him once if he was ever lost in a jungle to follow the animal tracks. Not only would they lead you to civilization, but their tracks held water. As he continued to run along the trail of the wild cat, he was constantly looking down, which made him lose his footing. Stumbling, he skidded to a halt next to a grime-ridden creek bed, all cracked and dry. His bones were chilled, and his fogged breath escaped from his mouth as he gasped for air. His lungs felt as though they were on fire. He couldn’t stop, c
