The rustling sounds of the bushes across the river bank caught her attention and she instantly froze up.
Using her sharp eyesight, Makumi swept the area on the other side of the river in search of where the rustling sounds might have originated from, but a whole five seconds had gone by and there was no sound as it had abruptly stopped.
Thinking she might have imagine it, Makumi picked up the large earthen pot and prepared to leave, Not wanting to stick around longer than she intended. But as soon as she picked up the pot in her arms, the bushing began to move again, a bit more urgently this time and Makumi almost dropped the pot as her heart began to pound against her chest like thundering drums.
Her eyes grew twice their size as she watched the bushes across her part aside to reveal h
