"Grrr, grrr..." Meanwhile, the faint growls of beasts echoed through the dense forest.
The bald men were startled awake by the sounds of the beasts, but after a quick glance around, they each settled back to sleep.
As for Martin and Aimee, who were still getting drenched under the big tree, nobody paid them any mind.
Soon, Martin and Aimee were soaked to the skin.
"Grrr, grrr..." The beastly growls continued to resonate through the forest. As Martin listened to the roars and watched the storm rage, an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning.
"Sniffle, sniffle..." Martin kept flaring his nostrils, sniffing here and there, looking quite comical.
"Martin, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Aimee asked anxiously, seeing Martin's antics.
Martin was the backbone of their little group
